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William Shakespeare
  • As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
    (topic: ambition)


  • I charge thee, fling away ambition:
    By that sin fell the angels.
    (topic: ambition)


  • The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
    (topic: arguing)


  • To me, fair friend, you never can be old
    For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
    Such seems your beauty still.
    (topic: beauty)


  • Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
    (topic: beauty)


  • Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
    (topic: body)


  • I had else been perfect,
    Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
    As broad and general as the casing air,
    But now I am cabin'd cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
    To saucy doubts and fears.
    (topic: doubt)


  • The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
    (topic: faces)


  • It is a wise father that knows his own child.
    (topic: fathers)


  • In time we hate that which we often fear.
    (topic: fear)


  • Friendship is constant in all other things
    Save in the office and affairs of love.
    (topic: friendship)


  • We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
    (topic: future)


  • Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word? Honour. What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday.
    (topic: honor)


  • Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
    'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
    But he that filches from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enriches him,
    And makes me poor indeed.
    (topic: honor)


  • The miserable have no other medicine
    But only hope.
    (topic: hope)


  • Our doubts are traitors
    And make us lose the good we oft might win
    By fearing to attempt.
    (topic: indecision)


  • O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;
    It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
    The meat it feeds on.
    (topic: jealousy)


  • If all the year were playing holidays,
    To sport would be as tedious as to work;
    But when they seldom come, they wished for come.
    (topic: leisure)


  • Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
    (topic: love)


  • Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
    And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
    (topic: love)


  • Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
    (topic: love)


  • The course of true love never did run smooth.
    (topic: love)


  • They do not love that do not show their love.
    (topic: love)


  • He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
    (topic: loyalty)


  • Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
    (topic: luck)


  • Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
    (topic: marriage)


  • Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
    (topic: maturity)


  • When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
    But in battalions!
    (topic: misfortune)


  • The man that hath no music in himself,
    Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
    Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
    The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
    And his affections dark as Erebus.
    Let no such man be trusted.
    (topic: music)


  • That which in mean men we entitle patience
    Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
    (topic: patience)


  • How many things by season seasoned are
    To their right praise and true perfection!
    (topic: perfection)


  • Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
    (topic: perfection)


  • I will praise any man that will praise me.
    (topic: praise)


  • My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
    Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
    (topic: prayer)


  • Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
    (topic: punctuality)


  • If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
    (topic: revenge)


  • I do know of these
    That therefore only are reputed wise
    For saying nothing.
    (topic: silence)


  • Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care
    The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
    Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
    Chief nourisher in life's feast.
    (topic: sleep)


  • Come what come may,
    Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
    (topic: time)


  • The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
    (topic: time)


  • Love all, trust a few.
    (topic: trust)


  • So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
    (topic: wisdom)


  • To be wise and love
    Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
    (topic: wisdom)