William ShakespeareThinkers

Absence is the self separated from the self... a deadly banishment.

Anger never makes good guard for itself.

Anger is the eating of oneself.. As such, it sets up the conditions for one to starve oneself through feeding.

The Body is one's gardener.

The City is but the people.

Death is a fearful thing.

Death is a moment like a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Forgiveness is reflexive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceases to enlarge itself (till by broad spreading it disperse to nought).

Guilt is fully of artless jealousy. It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Ignorance is the curse of God... knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Interpretation is purpose.