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Guru Nanak Dev
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What is past is prologue.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Why so large a cost, having so short a lease, does thou upon your fading mansion spend?
Why this is very midsummer madness.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Your 'if' is the only peace-maker; much virtue in 'if'.
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. "
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.