“I am not bound to please thee with my answer.”

“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.”

“Discretion is the better part of valor.”

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.”

“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.”

“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.”

“I am in blood Stepp’d in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”

“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.”

“Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.”

“All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.”

“Oh, I am fortune’s fool!”

“Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.”

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them, – Ding-dong, bell.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

Nine tenths of education is encouragement.

Those who know how to think need no teachers.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

The highest result of education is tolerance.

Teaching is the highest form of understanding.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here;.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.

A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

A student of life considers the world a classroom

An investment in knowledge pays the best interest.

Don’t let schooling interfere with your education.

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

 “Knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.”

 “A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still gently allows you to grow.”