Brevity is the soul of wit.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
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, his acts being seven ages.
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
They do not love that do not show their love.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Conscience does make cowards of us all.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
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.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Always the wrong person gives you the right lesson in life.
Knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
What’s done cannot be undone.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
The fault, dear Brutus, lies not within the stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
All that glitters is not gold
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
All’s well that ends well.