Your ability to love, to reach out, and to experience life is limitless. The limitation is only of the body and mind.
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
Now's the day and now's the hour.
There are orphans that can be cared for; but this some will not venture to undertake, for it brings them work more than they care to do, leaving them but little time to please themselves.
Much of Hamlet is about the precise kind of slippage the mourner experiences: the difference between being and seeming, the uncertainty about how the inner translates into the outer, the sense that one is expected to perform grief palatably. (If you don’t seem sad, people worry; but if you are grief-stricken, people flinch away from your pain. )
Myths are lies that tell the truth.
Speaking about myself, I've been pleasantly surprised that my older plays are still being performed. Most important is that they still have something to say to today's audience, in particular the young people who enjoy my plays. That's the best I could hope for, that the plays aren't single-use products of one era.