William Shakespeare Famous Quotes
All that glitters is not gold
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
These violent delights have violent ends...
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.