William Shakespeare

"A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser."

"Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise Hath chid down all the majesty of England;Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,And that you sit as kings in your desires,Authority quite silent by your brawl,And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;What had you got? I'll tell you: you had taught How insolence and strong hand should prevail,How order should be quelled; and by this pattern Not one of you should live an aged man,For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes Would feed on one another... Say now the king Should so much come too short of your great trespass As but to banish you, whither would you go?What country, by the nature of your error,Should give your harbour? go you to France or Flanders,To any German province, to Spain or Portugal, Nay, any where that not adheres to England,Why, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased To find a nation of such barbarous temper,That, breaking out in hideous violence,Would not afford you an abode on earth,Whet their detested knives against your throats,Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God Owed not nor made you, nor that the claimants Were not all appropriate to your comforts,But chartered unto them, what would you think To be thus used? this is the strangers case;And this your mountainish inhumanity."

"I can't talk, or I will throw up!"

"A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit."

"In the old age black was not counted fair,Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name. But now is black beauty’s successive heir,And beauty slandered with a bastard shame. For since each hand hath put on nature’s pow'r,Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face,Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bow'r,But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,Sland'ring creation with a false esteem.  Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,  That every tongue says beauty should look so."

"Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed."

"Make the doors upon a woman's wit,and it will out at the casement;shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole;stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney."

"But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restored and sorrows end."

"Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom."

"Mother, you have my father much offended."

"The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show."

"I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that."

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty face from day to day."

"Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow"

"Then others for breath of words respect,Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect."

"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still."

"A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)"

"I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it."

"There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now..."

"For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all"