William Shakespeare

"If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it."

"O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,That can sing both high and low:Trip no further, pretty sweeting;Journeys end in lovers meeting,Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What's to come is still unsure:In delay there lies not plenty;Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff will not endure."

"silence is not a langauge, its a weapon to make your dear one to feel"

"In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view is pleased to dote"

"The blessedness of being little!!!"

"... reason andlove keep little company together now-a-days..."

"Live by the words of intelligence endured.. F@&$ IT!"

"He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle."

"CLEOPATRA: My salad days,When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,To say as I said then! But, come, away;Get me ink and paper:He shall have every day a several greeting,Or I'll unpeople Egypt."

"such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty."

"Golden lads and girls all must, like chimmney-sweepers, come to dust."

"I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness."

"CARDINAL WOLSEYSo farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,This many summers in a sea of glory,But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me,Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,More pangs and fears than wars or women have:And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,Never to hope again"

"Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men blush not in actions blacker than the night, will 'schew no course to keep them from the light. One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke. Poison and treason are the hands of sin; Ay, and the targets to put off the shame. Then, lest my life be cropped to keep you clear, By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear."

"Uncertain way of gain. But I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin. Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye."

"The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us."

"For this new-married man approaching here,Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honour, you must pardon For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudged your brother,--Being criminal, in double violation Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach Thereon dependent, for your brother's life,--The very mercy of the law cries out Most audible, even from his proper tongue,'An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!'Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;Like doth quit like, and MEASURE still FOR MEASURE"

"I cannot live to hear the news from England. But I do prophesy th' election lights On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice. So tell him, with th' occurents, more and less,Which have solicited - the rest is silence."

"The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company."

"We know what we are, but not what we may be."