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Theme: Shakespeare
1. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, --honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. (Timon of Athens, I.ii)
2. This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity. (King Lear, I.ii)
3. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child! (King Lear, I.iv)
4. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly (Macbeth, I.vii)
5. Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. (Julius Caesar, II.ii)
6. Brevity is the soul of wit. (Hamlet, II.ii)
7. I will praise any man that will praise me. (Antony and Cleopatra, II.vi)
8. What is the city but the people? (Coriolanus, III.i)
9. His nature is too noble for the world (Coriolanus, III.i)
10. Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; who, though they cannot answer my distress...they will not intercept my tale: when I do weep, they humbly at my feet receive my tears and seem to weep with me. (Titus Andronicus, III.i)
11. O, I am fortune's fool! (Romeo and Juliet, III.i)
12. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. (Julius Caesar, III.ii)
13. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! (Romeo and Juliet, III.ii)
14. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. (Timon of Athens, III.v)
15. The eagle suffers little birds to sing. (Titus Andronicus, IV.iv)
16. Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well (Othello, V.ii)
17. Once put out thy light, thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat that can thy light relume. (Othello, V.ii)
18. I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life. (Antony and Cleopatra, V.ii)
19. Good-night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! (Hamlet, V.ii)
20. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. (Macbeth, V.v)

from the tragedies of William Shakespeare