All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their enterances, And one man in his time plays many parts.

More from As You Like It

• Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
• If thou remember’st not the slighest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not lov’d
• Kindness, nobler ever than revenge.
• My age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly.
• Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in the stones, and good in every thing.
• Your ‘if’ is the only peace-maker; much virtue in ‘if.’