How little do they see what really is, who frame their hasty judgment upon that which seems.
How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.
I'm kind of a nervous guy. I know on television I look like I'm half asleep, but inside I'm going about 100 miles an hour.
Those who have virtue always in their mouths, and neglect it in practice, are like a harp, which emits a sound pleasing to others, while itself is insensible of the music.
In Shakespeare's world, characters cannot trust their senses. Is the ghost in Hamlet true and truthful, or is it a demon, tempting young Hamlet into murderous sin? Is Juliet dead or merely sleeping? Does Lear really stand at the edge of a great cliff? Or has the Fool deceived him to save his life?
It takes very little fire to make a great deal of smoke nowadays, and notoriety is not real glory.
I guess I look so straight and normal, nobody expects me to pick my nose and fall.
There is a vast difference between how things seem from the outside and how they feel on the inside.
There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.
I have always observed that to succeed in the world one should seem a fool, but be wise.
We covet experience; we have a secret desire to learn, not from cold prohibition, but from trial, whether those things, which are not without a semblance of good, are really so ill as they are described to us.
The business aspect of this sport is a contradiction to what it's really about, and that's knowing something for what it is and not just what it looks like.
