William Shakespeare

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Give me that man that is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him in my heart’s core.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed?

I have full cause of weeping; but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, or ere I’ll weep.

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Bear with my weakness; my heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, and I must pause till it come back to me.