“Men of few words are the best men."

(3.2.41)” - Henry V

“My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.” - Macbeth

“Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we
For such as we are made of, such we be” - Twelfth Night

“And what’s he then that says I play the villain?” - Othello

“This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.” - The Merchant of Venice

“There is a world elsewhere.” - Coriolanus

“Love moderately. Long love doth so.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.” - Romeo and Juliet

“Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.” - Othello

“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Oh, she shows the torches how to burn bright! She stands out against the darkness like a jeweled earring hanging against the cheek of an African. Her beauty is too good for this world she’s too beautiful to die and be buried. She outshines the other women like a white dove in the middle of a flock of crows. When this dance is over, I’ll see where she stands, and then I’ll touch her hand with my rough and ugly one. Did my heart ever love anyone before this moment? My eyes were liars, then, because I never saw true beauty before tonight.” - Romeo and Juliet

“It will have blood they say - blood will have blood.” - Macbeth