Quote by Shakespeare (1564-1616)

• The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings.

• I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits But I See You Are Unarmed.

• Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
  Or close the wall up with our English dead!
  In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
  As modest stillness and humility;
  But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
  Then imitate the action of the tiger:
  Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

• How far that little candle throws his beams!
  So shines a good deed in a weary world.

• A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.

• Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.