Shakespeare’s quotes:

All that glitters is not gold

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any
man.
If music be the food of love, play on.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.