William Shakespeare

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage."

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day."

"It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

"Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer."

"All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand."

"I'll not shed her blood, nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow."

"O beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-eyed monster."

"The fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

"Thou art a boil, a plague, a calamity."

"By the gods, it shall be done!"

"What's past is prologue."

"We are all shadows, and this play is but a shadow of life."

"As you like it."

"All's well that ends well."

"Measure for measure."

"Much ado about nothing."

"The twelfth night of love is the sweetest."

"The merchant of Venice seeks his bond of flesh."

"The winter's tale of truth and reconciliation."

"In the tempest, we find ourselves."

"Pericles sought the daughter of his heart."

"Cymbeline's jealousy brought ruin upon his house."

"The two gentlemen of Verona learned the cost of betrayal."

"The taming of the shrew is the softening of hearts."

"A midsummer night's dream shows love's true nature."

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."

"To be or not to be, that is the question."

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."

"Better three hours too soon than a minute too late."