“Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream”

“Yesterday I memorized Shakespeare, and tomorrow I'm also going to memorize his first name.”

“Thou art a very ragged Wart.”

“This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. 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 god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”

“False face must hide what the false heart doth know.”

“Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.”

“Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.”

“What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties!
In form and moving, how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel!
In apprehension how like a god!
The beauty of the world!
The paragon of animals!
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”

“The best is yet to come.”

“I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.”

“The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.”

“I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.”