Maria Gilbert

“Had I but died an hour before this chance
I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant
There's nothing serious in mortality.            
All is but toys, renown and grace is dead,
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
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. Out, out, brief candle!
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.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“A man's life is like a story, told badly by a fool, whose shouts and strong words make it seem important. But it means nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth