These violent delights have
violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire
and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love, moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

yesterday vs. today

Listen to many, speak to a few.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

My favorite soliloquy.

William Shakespeare’s: Hamlet 

“Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”

William Shakespeare

March 25, 2011