William Shakespeare

We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

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

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.

I am a man, More sinn'd against than sinning.

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

Nothing can come of nothing.

We have seen better days.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

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

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

If music be the food of love, play on.

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

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!

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

The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.