“Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

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

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

The course of true love never did run smooth.

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

All that glitters is not gold.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.