Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Quote by Shakespeare

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O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love...

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love...

God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...

God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...

Lack nothing: be merry.

Lack nothing: be merry.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school...

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school...

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven...

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven...

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

In my friend, I find a second self.

In my friend, I find a second self.

Love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

Love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.