Quotes from William Shakespeare

This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arm, Quite vanquish'd him; then burst his mighty heart.

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

Jesters do often prove prophets.

I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! O wise young judge, how I do honor thee!

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

O judgment! thou are fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!

Are you good men and true?

This bond is forfeit; And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh.

Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.

A light heart lives long.

I shall not look upon his like again.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.