William Shakespeare

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulphurour and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.

In jest, there is truth.

It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...

Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read,
could ever hear by tale or history,
the course of true love never did run smooth.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.