#classics

I never could have done what I have done, without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one object at a time. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#classics

We've been rehearsing a classic from antiquity, Green Eggs and Hamlet, the story of a young prince of Denmark who goes mad, drowns his girlfriend, and in his remorse, forces spoiled breakfast on all whom he meets. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#hamlet #classics

Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they're just repeating what others before them have done. ↗

— Yukio Mishima

#japanese-literature #classics

Do you think that I am a machine? That I can bear it? Do you think because I'm poor, plain, obsure, and little that I have no heart? That I'm without soul? I have as much heart as you and as much soul. And if God had given me as much beauty and wealth, I would make it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#beauty

Songs like Reach and S Club Party are pop classics. I'm really proud that I had a part in them. ↗

— Rachel Stevens

#club #had #i #like #part

I start each collection thinking how I can refresh my classics. ↗

— Jean Paul Gaultier

#collection #each #how #i #i can

The great classics that, as a professional you don't get to do, you do as a student, when you don't know any better. ↗

— Marion Ross

#better #classics #get #great #know

My background is somewhat unusual, as I trained to be a ballet dancer. I worked in the theatre for eight or nine years as a contemporary dancer. But as an actor one does read Shakespeare and does try to learn the classics. ↗

— William Kempe

#background #ballet #ballet dancer #classics #contemporary

I like the classics! ↗

— Greg Kinnear

#i #like

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#decay #english-literature #king #poetry #power