Quotes from William Shakespeare

And thereby hangs a tale.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver.

Talkers are no good doers.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.

What's past is prologue.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.

A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

There's a small choice in rotten apples.

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

For some must watch, while some must sleep; thus runs the world away.

Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. Rage! Blow!

Thy wish was father to that thought.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world.

My word fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.