“Be great in act, as you have been in thought.”

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

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

Brevity is the soul of wit.

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

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

The course of true love never did run smooth.