We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.