To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
–Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v
… But maybe, also, don’t go around murdering everyone. You’ll feel better.
Life’s 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.
-Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene vii
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
—Macbeth,
Act I, Scene ii
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
—Macbeth,
Act II, Scene iii
Come what come may
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iii
Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it.
–Macbeth,
Act V, Scene iii
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