William Shakespeare

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

There's many a man hath more hair than wit.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.