Quotes from William Shakespeare

I do desire we may be better strangers.

The cunning livery of hell.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.

Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour? A word.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

I have more care to stay than will to go.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

He doth nothing but talk of his horses.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.

We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Good luck lies in odd numbers.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!