As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a disdain for superficial agreements and ill-intent in human interactions.
In this quote, William Shakespeare critiques the idea of making superficial agreements or being wantonly agreeable with those who harbor malevolent intentions. It underscores the importance of integrity and authenticity over mere appearances, suggesting that aligning oneself with deceptive individuals leads to moral corruption and a loss of self-respect.
In practice
During a speech on honesty in business, one might say, 'As Shakespeare said, I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.'
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
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Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
To kill a man will be considered as disgusting [in the twentieth century] as we in this day consider it disgusting to eat one.
I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said.
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Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.
Attempts to wake before our time are often punished, especially by those who love us most. Because they, bless them, are asleep. They think anyone who wakes up, or who, still asleep, realizes that what is taken to be real is a βdreamβ is going crazy.
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