Brevity is the soul of wit.

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

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

Sweets to the sweet.

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

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

The rest, is silence.

Fill life with joy.

You always do good ones. We trust you, Mr. Duke, " Says Dylan. Foolish lads, thinks Felix: never trust a professional ham.

I'm pretty happy for someone who struggles with happiness.

But when one identifies the Church with a cultural and political bloc, there is the danger of making difficult the Church's contact with all those outside the bloc.

Child of the pure, unclouded brow and dreaming eyes of wonder.

We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.

I tend to like poems that engage me - that is to say, which do not bore me.

Systems run the business and people run the systems.

People don't really think other people are the same.

In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.