“Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.”

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

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

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

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

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.

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

Sweet are the uses of adversity.

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.