Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunder
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. – William Shakespeare
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes. – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
Lifes 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. – William Shakespeare