For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream, ay theres the rub,For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this morta ...
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
I say beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.
Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.
Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits.
Wine makes a man more pleased with himself; I do not say that it makes him more pleasing to others.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill whats empty. Empty whats full. And scratch where it itches.