Quotes to inspire and reflect

The Pope! How many divisions has he got?

 

There are various forms of production: artillery, automobiles, lorries. You also produce ‘commodities’, ‘works’, ‘products’. Such things are highly necessary. Engineering things. For people’s souls. ‘Products’ are highly necessary too. ‘Products’ are very important for people’s souls. You are engineers of human souls.

 

The two cultures and the scientific revolution.

 

The official world, the corridors of power.

 

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

 

Seal with a righteous kiss

 

Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day

 

It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

 

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

 

Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,

 

A plague o’ both your houses!

 

No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve.

 

O! for a falconer’s voice,

 

I am the very pink of courtesy.

 

O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

 

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.

 

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

 

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose

 

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

 

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

 

The two hours’ traffick of our stage.

 

O! then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you …

 

Had I but served my God with half the zeal

 

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

I shall fall

 

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!

 

Heaven will one day open

 

Orpheus with his lute made trees,

 

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

 

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

 

He which hath no stomach to this fight,

 

This day is called the feast of Crispian:

 

If we are marked to die, we are enow

 

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts.

 

And what have kings that privates have not too,

 

Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls,

 

Every subject’s duty is the king’s; but every subject’s soul is his own.

 

I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?

 

The game’s afoot:

 

I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

 

His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a’ babbled of green fields.

 

He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to

 

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

 

Consideration like an angel came,

 

Can this cockpit hold

 

O! for a Muse of fire, that would ascend

 

The sun does not set in my dominions.