The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
All the world's a stage, and the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.
Self-loving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as self-neglecting.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Then are dreamt of in your philosophy.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes by chance.
I wish you all the joy you can wish.
Who steals my purse steals trash: 'tis something, nothin', 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands. But he who filches from me my good name, robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool, And to do that well craves a kind of wit.