If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.