The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
We know what we are, but not what we may be.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.