More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.
For truth can never be confirmed enough, Though doubts did ever sleep.
Brevity is the soul of wit
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?