Book: King Lear. Page 9

You biting your mind on both sides and left nothing in the middle.

- You call me a fool, darling?
- The rest of the titles you gave, and it is natural.

Not heartless those whose quiet voice never knew pretense.

Do not come between the dragon and his wrath.

And worse can become. While we moan: "Suffer no power", is Still actually in force, we endure.

No matter how hard people tricky, it's time to come -
And all the fresh water displays.

Give it a shot shoot me in the chest.
Kent is a tough, meanwhile Lear is mad.

Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
Have more than you show
Speak less than know.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

It's always. This is ridiculous! When we are spoiling and mispronounced his life, bloated welfare, we attribute our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars. You can, however, think that we are fools by the will of heaven, crooks, thieves and traitors - as a result of atmospheric exposure, drunkards, liars and fornicators under the irresistible influence of planets. To justify the bad things we have a supernatural explanation. Gorgeous subterfuge of human debauchery - all the guilt put the blame on the stars! Dad pranks with his mother under the constellation of the Dragon. I was born under the sign of URSA major. It follows that I must be rude and depraved. What nonsense! I am what I am, and would be the same if the most chaste star flickered over my cradle...

To catch happiness, we must be able to run.