William Shakespeare

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?

Like madness is the glory of this life.

The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

But men are men the best sometimes forget.

Men's vows are women's traitors!

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

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

The valiant never taste of death but once.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

Death is a fearful thing.