William Shakespeare

To be or not to be, that is the question

Experience is a precious jewel and it had need be so for it is purchased at an infinite rate

There is no darkness – but ignorance

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; take honor from me and my life is done

Hell is empty and all the devils are here

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none

We cannot all be masters

The course of true love never did run smooth

No legacy is so rich as honesty

This above all; to thine own self be true

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful

Brevity is the soul of wit

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

Having nothing, nothing can he lose

Neither a borrower nor a lender be

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

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late

How far that little candle throws it’s beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall

They do not love that do not show their love

Lawless are they that make their wills their law

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul

False face must hide what the false heart doth know

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough

Nothing can come of nothing

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything

A miser grows rich by seeming poor; an extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich

The end crowns all; and that old common arbitrator, time, will one day end it

Wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to re-dress their harms

Though she be but little, she is fierce

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance

In a false quarrel there is no true valor