Quotes from William Shakespeare

Come what may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Time is the king of men.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

My crown is called content; a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

The world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

Give me that man That is not passion's slave.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Sermons in stones and good in every thing.

He that doth the ravens feed. Yea, providently caters for the sparrow. Be comfort to my age!

Every why hath a wherefore.

The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Ay, every inch a king.

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

O shame! Where is they blush?

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning.

I am disgrac'd, impeach'd and baffled here, - Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.

When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, But in battalions!

More in sorrow than in anger.

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.