William Shakespeare

Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

That was a man indeed!

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

To thine own self, be true.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

All that glitters is not gold.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use; and keep thy friendUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.

They do not love that do not show their love.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Though she be but little, she is fierce.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

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.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Boldness be my friend.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.