Quotes of the Week - Nov 10, 2009:
"I wish they caught me six years ago, eight years ago." --
Bernie Madoff, jailed financier and Ponzi schemer, in newly released
interview with representatives of the US Securities and Exchange Commission.
"This is all happening because my father didn't buy me a train
set as a kid." --Warren Buffett, investor, on his company's $26
billion purchase of Burlington Northern Santa Fe railroad - its biggest
deal ever.
"I went to sleep as Rihanna and woke up as Britney Spears."
-- Rihanna, pop singer, on the unprecedented levels of media attention
she endured after she was assaulted by former boyfriend Chris Brown
in February.
Authors:
Shakespeare - The Tempest Quotes, Famous Quotations, Sayings
Be
not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again. The Tempest, 3. 2
A
kind
Of excellent dumb discourse. The Tempest, 3. 3
Our
revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest, 4. 1
I
do begin to have bloody thoughts. The Tempest, 4. 1
Ye
elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back. The Tempest, 5. 1
To
the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure. The Tempest, 5. 1
I'll
break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book. The Tempest, 5. 1
Where
the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I cough where owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. The Tempest, 5. 1
How
many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't! The Tempest, 5. 1