William Shakespeare

Love is like a child, that longs for everything it can come by.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever; one foot in sea, and one on shore, to one thing constant never.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Frailty, thy name is woman.

Swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Life every man holds dear, but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father both cry.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

But oh, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

I was adored once too.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

The wheel is come full circle: I am here.