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 kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were won't to set the table on a roar?
Marcellus: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Gertrude: One woe doth tread upon another's heels so fast they follow.
Hamlet: For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Ghost: Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Hamlet: A little more than kin and less than kind.
Hamlet: O, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth.
Hamlet: If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.
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.
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.
Hamlet: I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum.
Horatio: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Hamlet: The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Hamlet: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.