"Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time."
"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble."
"Is this a dagger that I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee."
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair."
"Screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail."