William Shakespeare

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

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!

Ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

In thy face I see The map of honor, truth, and loyalty.

Men should be what they seem.

How often the sight of means to do ill deeds, makes deeds ill done.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.