Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
All the world is a stage, And all the men and women merely players.They have their exits and entrances; Each man in his time plays many parts.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
