William Shakespeare

"I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand."

"Then to the well-trod stage anon If Jonsons learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancys child, Warble his native woodnotes wild."

"The English stage might be considered equally without rule and without model when Shakspeare arose. The effect of the genius of an individual upon the taste of a nation is mighty; but that genius, in its turn, is formed according to the opinions prevalent at the period when it comes into existence. Such was the case with Shakspeare. Had he received an education more extensive, and possessed a taste refined by the classical models, it is probable that he also, in admiration of the ancient Drama, might have mistaken the form for the essence, and subscribed to those rules which had produced such masterpieces of art. Fortunately for the full exertion of a genius, as comprehensive and versatile, as intense and powerful, Shakspeare had no access to any models of which the commanding merit might have controlled and limited his own exertions. He followed the path which a nameless crowd of obscure writers had trodden before him; but he moved in it with the grace and majestic step of a being of a superior order; and vindicated for ever the British theatre from a pedantic restriction to classical rule. Nothing went before Shakspeare which in any respect was fit to fix and stamp the character of a national Drama; and certainly no one will succeed him, capable of establishing, by mere authority, a form more restricted than that which Shakspeare used."

"Whats in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet."

"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?"

"All that glisters is not gold."

"Cry Havoc!, and let slip the dogs of war."

"Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice."

"If music be the food of love, play on."

"Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust."

"There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o the world. Oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time."

"Mellifluous Shakespeare, whose enchanting Quill Commandeth Mirth or Passion, was but Will."