| A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not William Shakespeare God |
| More from William Shakespeare |
| Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. William Shakespeare |
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| God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one. William Shakespeare |
| When we are born, we cry that we are come, To this great stage of fools. William Shakespeare |
| With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. William Shakespeare |
| Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom. William Shakespeare |
| Fight till the last gasp. William Shakespeare |
| The sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. William Shakespeare |
| The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues. William Shakespeare |
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| There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Then are dreamt of in your philosophy. William Shakespeare |
| Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried. William Shakespeare |
| More in the God category |
| I have never understood why it should be considered derogatory to the Creator to suppose that he has a sense of humour. William Inge God |
| I cannot imagine how the clockwork of the universe can exist without a clockmaker. Voltaire God |
| Apart from God every activity is merely a passing whiff of insignificance. Alfred North Whitehead God |
| God is the perfect poet. Robert Browning God |
| God enters by a private door into each individual. Ralph Waldo Emerson God |
| Weave in faith and God will find the thread. Author Unknown God |
| I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much. Mother Teresa God |
| God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. Elizabeth Barrett Browning God |
| How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? Woody Allen God |
| How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him. Mignon McLaughlin God |
