William Shakespeare

Who steals my purse steals trash.

There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.

Men should be what they seem; or those that be not, would they might seem none!

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

Mend your speech a little, lest it may mar your fortunes.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

I do profess to be no less than I seem.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.