Inspirational Quotes: An Index of World Wisdom

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

Yes, I found myself, by insensible degrees, sincerely fond of her; and the happiest hours of my life were what I spent with her.

We were not born to sue, but to command.

We are so very 'umble.

Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, 'I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!' your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?

The masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never revolt merely because they are oppressed. Indeed, so long as they are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never even become aware that they are oppressed.

In all the useful arts the world is either standing still or going backwards.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Do not move, do not go. Sink within this moment. Hold it for ever.

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

Your sex have such a surprising animosity against one another, when you do differ.

I have never yet found that the advice of a Sister could prevent a young Man's being in love if he chose it.

As for my wife,I would you had her spirit in such another;The third o' th' world is yours, which with a snaffleYou may pace easy, but not such a wife.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

I have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.

By how much unexpected, by so muchWe must awake endeavour for defence;For courage mounteth with occasion.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.

O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.

To stand in a great bookshop crammed with books so new that their pages almost stick together, and the gilt on their backs is still fresh, has an excitement no less delightful than the old excitement of the second-hand bookstall.