One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
A man can smile and smile and be a villain.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
This is the very ecstasy of love.
When we look to presumed sources of origin for competing evolutionary explanations of the giraffe's long neck, we find either nothing at all, or only the shortest of speculative conjectures. Length, of course, need not correspond with importance. Garrulous old Polonius , in a rare moment of clarity, reminded us that "brevity is the soul of wit" (and then immediately vitiated his wise observation with a flood of woolly words about Hamlet 's Madness.
More matter with less art.
Hamlet is to Macbeth somewhat as the Ghost is to the Witches. Revenge, or ambition, in its inception may have a lofty, even a majestic countenance, but when it has "coupled hell" and become crime, it grows increasingly foul and sordid. We love and admire Hamlet so much at the beginning that we tend to forget that he is as hot-blooded as the earlier Macbeth when he kills Polonius and the King, cold-blooded as the later Macbeth or Iago when he sends Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to death.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
The neurotic thinks himself both Hamlet and Claudius, in a world that belongs to Polonius.
Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we were only the Shakespeares to see it. Have you ever been in a Police Court? Have you ever watched tradesmen behind their counters? My soul, the secrets walking in the streets! You jostle them at every corner. There's a Polonius in every first-class railway carriage, and as many Juliets as there are boarding-schools. ... How inexhaustibly rich everything is, if you only stick to life.
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