"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Act 5, scene 5, 19–28 "
— William Shakespeare (Macbeth)

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind."
— William Shakespeare

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"
— William Shakespeare

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
— William Shakespeare

"Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated"
— William Shakespeare (The Sonnets)