Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

Be just, and fear not.

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.