meaning Quotes

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

There's place and means for every man alive.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.

If it weren't for painting, I wouldn't live; I couldn't bear the extra strain of things.