This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
As a man thinketh our remedies in ourselves do lie which we ascribe to heaven.
And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him. Henvry VI, Part III, Act ii, Scene 5
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AUTOLYCUS: I am a poor fellow, sir. CAMILLO: Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from thee.
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All my pretty ones? Did you say all? — O, hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?
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Appear thou in the likeness of sigh; Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied! Cry but 'Ay me! pronounce but 'love' and 'dove': Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nickname for her purblind son and heir Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true When King Cophetus loved the beggar maid! Romeo and Juliet, Act ii, Scene 1
CALIBAN: Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven? STEPHANO: Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee; I was the Man i' th' Moon, when time was. CALIBAN: I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee. My mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush. The Tempest, Act ii, Scene 2
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DON PEDRO: In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. BENEDICK - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man. Much Ado About Nothing, Act i, Scene 1
Create her child of spleen; that it may live, and be a thwart disnatured torment to her. Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, with cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, King Lear, Act I, Scene 4
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Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow'd night, give me my Romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of Heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun. Romeo and Juliet, Act iii, Scene 2
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Done to death by slanderous tongue was the Hero that here lies. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.
DON PEDRO: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii, Scene 1
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DON PEDRO: Will you have me, lady? BEATRICE: No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear every day. Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii, Scene 1
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William Howells, fully William Dean Howells, aka The Dean of American Letters
All civilization comes through literature now, especially in our country. A Greek got his civilization by talking and looking, and in some measure a Parisian may still do it. But we, who live remote from history and monuments, we must read or we must barbarize.
If you wish to upset the law that all crows are black, you mustn't seek to show that no crows are; it is enough if you prove one single crow to be white.
Once annihilate the quackery of government, and the most homebred understanding might be strong enough to detect the artifices of the state juggler that would mislead him.
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Douglas Adams, fully Douglas Noel Adams
You may not instantly see why I bring the subject up, but that is because my mind works so phenomenally fast, and I am at a rough estimate thirty billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of a number, any number. Er, five, said the mattress. Wrong, said Marvin. You see?
What seems generosity is often disguised ambition, that despises small to run after greater interests.
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