Just like the home page, this section is devoted to the greatest puzzles that still remain on space and time. , plus some other very important words required for a minimal understanding of the greatest problems Philosophy has investigated. A list of single lines showing how our greatest writers used the terms. Guess the origin of each line?
Shakespeare on Space and Time
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom, No less in space, validity, and pleasure
O indistinguish'd space of woman's will! A plot upon her virtuous husband's life,
I only swore to study with your Grace, And stay here in your court for three years' space.
I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp
I warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names-sure,
If you require a little space for prayer, I grant it. Pray; but be not tedious, for The gods are quick of ear,
Injurious distance should not stop my way, For then despite of space I would be brought, From limits far remote,
A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there
'twixt which regions There is some space. ANTONIO. A space whose ev'ry cubit Seems to cry out '
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh; There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear; In time we hate that which we often fear.
Both what by sea and land I can be able To front this present time.
That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away.
The meantime, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war
third night kept the watch; Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right!
more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. Meantime we thank you
Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.
for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time.
so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
Plato and yet I can explain them to you in a brief space of time;