“Nernst was a great admirer of Shakespeare, and it is said that in a conference concerned with naming units after appropriate persons,… — J.R. Partington Copy Share Image
I'm Volstag and what you see is what you get. He's a bon vivant lover of life epicurean goodfellow. He's a god,… — Ray Stevenson Copy Share Image
How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although… — John Keats Copy Share Image
If it really was Queen Elizabeth who demanded to see Falstaff in a comedy, then she showed herself a very perceptive critic.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Nature has provided for the exigency of privation, by putting the measure of our necessities far below the measure of our wants.… — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
“If it were possible for a metaphysician to be a golfer, he might perhaps occasionally notice that his ball, instead of moving… — Peter Guthrie Tait Copy Share Image
What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A whole new world of Italian music was springing up, and [Giuseppe] Verdi was seen as old. Boito got Verdi all excited… — Maurice Sendak Copy Share Image
Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh,—” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The politician has no more use for pride than Falstaff had for honour. — Bernard Crick Copy Share Image
“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
