William Shakespeare

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;But never doubt I love .

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

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

...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;But never doubt I love.

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo

Of all the wonders that I have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.(Act II, Scene 2)

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.