O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;<br /> It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,<br /> A brother's murder.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:<br /> Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.

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

Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

The play's the thing<br /> Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

The devil hath power<br /> To assume a pleasing shape.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Leave her to heaven<br /> And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,<br /> To prick and sting her.

Every man has business and desire,<br /> Such as it is.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

But to my mind, though I am native here<br /> And to the manner born, it is a custom<br /> More honoured in the breach than the observance.

He was a man, take him for all in all,<br /> I shall not look upon his like again.

Frailty, thy name is woman!

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

I have not slept one wink.