William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare born on April 26-1564 was an English poet, playwright and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's greatest dramatist
We know what we are
but know not what we may be
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny
but in ourselves
Nothing is good or badbut thinking makes it so
The earth has music for those who listen
Have more than you show
speak less than you know
If we are true to ourselves
we cannot be false to anyone
Love all, trust few
do wrong to none
no legacy is so rich as honesty
A fool thinks himself to be wise
but a wise man knows himself to be a fool
Expectation is the root of all heartache
All that glitters is not gold
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
These violent delights have violent ends...
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Now is the winter of our discontent.