"A little more than kin, and
less than kind."
"O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew."
"The friends thou has, and
their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with
hoops of steel."
"This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
"...Though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honor'd in the breach than the observance."
"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."
"Leave her to heaven."
"...one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;"
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
"...brevity is the soul of wit."
"More matter, less art."
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't."
"Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?"
"What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?"
"The play's the thing
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king."
"To be, or not to be-- that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows and outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them."
"When sorrow come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions."
"Alas, poor Yorick: I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest."
"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember."
"...the rest is silence."
"Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
