Цитаты из книги Гамлет

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

Words, words, words.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

This above all: to thine own self be true.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Sweets to the sweet.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...” ― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

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.

Не давай языка необдуманным мыслям и никакой необдуманной мысли не приводи в исполнение.

Он должен знать; опасней и вредней Укрыть любовь, чем объявить о ней.

...быть честным - значит, как ведется на этом свете, быть избранным из десяти тысяч.