We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.