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Quote by William Shakespeare

“Who dares not stir by day must walk by night.”

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This novel depicts the reign of King John of England, focusing on the political intrigue and conflicts of the time. more

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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 - April 23, 1616) was one of the greatest poets of the English Renaissance, renowned for his dramatic works. His plays spanned a variety of genres, including tragedy, comedy, and history, and have had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

“ما بالي أسخر من المغتنم وأمعن في السخرية؟ اللهم إلا لأنه لم يحاول استمالتي بعد, وما حسبت أن بي قدرة على الرفض والامتناع, إذا ما أقبلت دنانيره الذهبية تصافح راحتي. ولكن ما دامت كفي لم تتعرض لإغراء بعد، فإني سأظل أسخر من الأغنياء كما يفعل المتسول الصعلوك, ممعناً في السخرية ما دمت فقيراً معدما. أنادي أن ليس في العالم خطيئة غير الثراء حتي إذا صرت غنياً, كان دأبي عندئذ أن أنادي بأن لا رذيلة في العالم غير الفقر. ولأن كانت المغانم تدفع الملوك إلي نقض العهود, فيا أيها المكسب كن لي سيداً، أكن لك عبداً”

King John

Author:Shakspear

“When King John was angry, he threw himself down and rolled the floor, yelling and chewing the expensive oriental rugs that Crusaders had brought back from the East.”

Humor Historical Nonfiction Magna Carta King John James Daugherty Magna Charta

Book:The Magna Charta

Source: The Magna Charta

“I learned a strange thing... that in a jumble of unintelligible talk, the word "nigger" leaps out with electric clarity. You always hear it and it always stings. And always it casts the person using it into a category of brute ignorance. I thought with some amusement that if these two women only knew what they were revealing about themselves to every Negro on that bus, they would have been outraged.”

Ignorance Hatred Vulgarity Slurs Racial Slurs

Book:Black Like Me

Source: Black Like Me

“I was nineteen at the time, and like any other besotted teenage girl, I was desperately eager to please the object of my affections. I didn’t argue the point, but set to work producing the desired loaf. The result was barely chewable when it emerged hot from the oven. By the time it cooled, it seemed significantly more resistant to fire, flood, or earthquakes than my dormitory’s concrete walls. After a brief discussion, Gabriel and I both decided that this rye-brick was more appropriate food for crows than for humans. I carried the slab to the balcony of my eighth-floor dormitory apartment, expecting that a fall from that height would smash it to crumbs. I peered over the edge to make sure no one was below me; I didn’t want to drop the hardened mass onto someone’s head and make a murderess of myself. After verifying that the concrete walkway below was clear, I dropped the rye-brick over the side of the balcony. Down, down, it plummeted—past the seventh floor, the sixth, the fifth … Nearly a hundred feet below, and traveling somewhere around eighty feet per second, the rye-brick finally hit the ground—and didn’t break. Despite an eight-story drop onto concrete, the rye-brick maintained its integrity. One of my roommates inspected the situation and expressed surprise that the stones of the walkway itself remained unscathed. I didn’t try making any wheat-free loaves for a while after that.”