A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
A man can die but once.
All that glisters is not gold.
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.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
I am not bound to please thee with my answers.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
In time we hate that which we often fear.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
My soul is in the sky.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Off with his head!
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
We have seen better days.
We know what we are, but not what we may be.
What’s done cannot be undone.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
/ William Shakespeare