How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it!
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Hamlet | Act I, Scene IIIPOLONIUS:Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,And you are stay'd for. There, my blessing with thee.And these few precepts in...
HAMLET: I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?GUILDENSTERN: My lord, I cannot.HAMLET: I pray you.GUILDENSTERN: Believe me, I cannot.HAMLET: I do beseech you.GUILDENSTERN: I know...
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;But never doubt I love .
But man, proud man,Dress'd in a little brief authority,Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—His glassy essence—like an angry apePlays such fantastic tricks before high heavenAs makes the angels wee...
Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.
A little more than kin, a little less than kind.
A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless criesAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich...
We few we happy few we band of brothers For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
There's a time for all things.
Much rain wears the marble.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
What's past is prologue.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
To sleep! perchance to dream ay there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause.
I have no other but a woman's reason. I think him so because I think him so.
There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.