Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
This above all; to thine own self be true.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
From this time forth
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
More matter with less art.
Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Shakespeare said: "There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow." Everything happens perfectly.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.