William Shakespeare

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

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

This above all: to thine own self be true.

What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!

He that dies pays all debts.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

All men are frauds. The only difference between them is that some admit it. I myself deny it.

I have been at it ten years. I collect them so that they will not be lost to America. We have no Egyptian mummies here, nor any relics of the Battle of Waterloo nor any curios from Pompeii. It is strictly American.

When I’m feeling anxious or depressed, I do find it helps to reach for a pen and paper. There is something about writing things down, that hand-eye combination, that makes me feel calmer.

The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.

I’ve sworn never to read any reviews ever again except those that are pointed out to me as nice ones. I would say that most of us who are considered in the artist realm just take it so terribly, and, you know, it can kill ya!

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

The farther you look back, the farther you can look ahead.

The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.

Sometimes I think someone upstairs saved me from being ordinary.

Those who marry for money end up EARNING it anyway.

Scream in silence. Dance in stillness.

We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that a savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.

They’re different kinds of challenges depending upon what phase of life I’m in.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon – but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx –the world went around, it didn’t stop for a second. It’s sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

She wears her beauty as the sky wears the stars, infinitely deep and forever shining.