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Quotes by Dramatist

"If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance."

"It is safer to beg than to take, but it is finer to take than to beg."

"Beware of the man who does not return your blow: he neither forgives you nor allows you to forgive yourself."
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"Peace is not only better than war, but infinitely more arduous."

"One has a right to judge a man by the effect he has over his friends."

"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."

"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

"A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit."

"Never believe anything a writer tells you about himself. A man comes to believe in the end the lies he tells himself about himself."

"Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes."

"Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not."

"This tune goes manly.Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready;Our lack is nothing but our leave. MacbethIs ripe for shaking, and the powers abovePut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may.The night is long that never finds th."

"Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife."

"What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?Since everyone hath every one, one shade,And you, but one, can every shadow lend.Describe Adonis, and the counterfeitIs poorly imitated after you.On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,And you in Grecian tires are painted new.Speak of the spring and foison of the year;The one doth shadow of your beauty show,The other as your bounty doth appear,And you in every blessA d shape we know.In all external grace you have some part,But you like none, none you, for constant heart."

"Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and, in its opinion, the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef."

"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!"

"Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying."

"Say a day without the ever."

"Imagination is a quality that was given to man compensate him from whats not. The sense of humor was given to console him from what is."

"Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art."

"If women were particular about men's characters, they would never get married at all."

"I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart."

"The public make use of the classics of a country as a means of checking the progress of Art. They degrade the classics into authorities.... A fresh mode of Beauty is absolutely distasteful to them, and whenever it appears they get so angry and bewildered that they always use two stupid expressions--one is that the work of art is grossly unintelligible; the other, that the work of art is grossly immoral. What they mean by these words seems to me to be this. When they say a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new; when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true."

"This is true joy of life-the being used for a purpose that is recognized by yourself as a right one instead of being a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy."
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