Hamlet: A little more than kin and less than kind.
Hamlet: For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Hamlet: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Hamlet: To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them.
Polonius: [Talking aside to himself] Though this be madness, yet there is method in't!
Hamlet: I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, ...
Hamlet: O, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio - a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung these lips that I have ki...
Hamlet: I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum.
Hamlet: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Ghost: Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Marcellus: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Polonius: 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.
Hamlet: The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Hamlet: Now mother, what's the matter? Gertrude: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet: Mother, you have *my* father much offended. Gertrude: Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Hamlet: Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue! ...
Hamlet: What man dost thou dig it for? First Gravedigger: For no man sir. Hamlet: For what woman then? First Gravedigger: For none neither. Hamlet: *Who* is to be buried here? First Gravedigger: One that was a woman sir, but rest her soul, she's dead...
Polonius: My lord I will take my leave of you. Hamlet: You cannot sir, take from me anything I would more willingly part withal. Except my life. Except my life [grins crazily] Hamlet: Except my life. Polonius: Fare you well, my lord. Hamlet: [to hims...
Claudius: Where is Polonius? [Strikes Hamlet with the back of his hand] Hamlet: In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him in the other place yourself!
