William Shakespeare

"Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done't!" Macbeth"

"How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand." Lady Macbeth"

"Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose." Macbeth"

"Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you."

"Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."

"How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world."

"ANGELOFrom thee, even from thy virtue!What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine?The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?Ha!Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is IThat, lying by the violet in the sun,Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo?Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good? O, let her brother live!Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. What, do I love her,That I desire to hear her speak again,And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,With all her double vigour, art and nature,Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite. Even till now,When men were fond, I smiled and wonder'd how.-- Measure for Measure, II, ii"

"I will have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted upon a pole,and underwrit: "Here you may see the tyrant, Macbeth"

"We defy augury. There is special providence inthe fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not tocome, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—thereadiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is'tto leave betimes, let be. (Hamlet 5.2.217-224)"

"More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, the music at the close,As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,Writ in remembrance more than things long past."

"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell."

"LEAR: ...yet you see how this world goes. GLOS.: I see it feelingly."

"To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!I dare damnation"

"Hot from hell. Caesar's spirit raging in revenge. Cry,havoc! And let slip the dogs of war."

"Our doubts are traitors, and make us loose the good that we oft might win, by fearing to attempt."

"Ambition should be made from sterner stuff."

"So oft it chances in particular men That for some vicious mole of nature inthem—As in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,Since nature cannot choose his origin),By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,Oft breaking down the pales and forts ofreason,Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners—that thesemen,Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,Being nature’s livery or fortune’s star,Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,As infinite as man may undergo)Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault. The dram of evil Doth all the noble substance of a doubt To his own scandal."

"Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets."

"Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful."

"The death of each days life"