William Shakespeare

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

If music be the food of love, play on.