William Shakespeare

“He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he will weep;If thou wake, he cannot sleep:Thus of every grief in heartHe with thee doth bear a part.These are certain signs to knowFaithful friend from flattering foe.”

“Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.”

“Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.”

“I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.”

“And yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.”

“If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.”

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

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”

“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.”

“I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?”

“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)”

“Silence is the herald of joy”

“O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.”

“O brave new world,That has such people in ’t!-Miranda”

“The valiant never taste of death but once.”

“I dote on his very absence.”

“Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burnThe living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmityShall you pace forth; your praise shall still find roomEven in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom.So, till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.”

“I bear a charmed life.”

“Love is too young to know what conscience is.”

“Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”