“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”

Playwright and poet · 1564 – 1616

English playwright and poet, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language; author of Hamlet and Macbeth.

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This above all: to thine own self be true.

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

All the world is a stage, And all the men and women merely players.They have their exits and entrances; Each man in his time plays many parts.

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

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

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

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Brevity is the soul of wit.