William Shakespeare: You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

- Marc Norman, Shakespeare in Love: A Screenplay

I have always derived great comfort from William Shakespeare. After a depressing visit to the mirror or an unkind word from a girlfriend or an incredulous stare in the street, I say to myself: 'Well. Shakespeare looked like shit.' It works wonders.

- Martin Amis, Money

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd; By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

- William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

Then, were not summer's distillation leftA liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

- William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

All men who repeat a line from Shakespeare are William Shakespeare

- Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

Since Shakespeare had a feel for revolutionary rhetoric, let’s all cry: “Peace, freedom and liberty!

- Carl William Brown, Aforismi geniali di William Shakespeare.

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

- William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

We will meet; and there we may rehearse mostobscenely and courageously.Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2

- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

- William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

LXXVSo are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.Now proud as an enjoyer, and anonDoubting the filching age will steal his treasure;Now counting best to be with you alone,Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,And by and by clean starved for a look;Possessing or pursuing no delightSave what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

- William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets