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

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.

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.

Rather he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same.

Scratch a “libertarian” these days, and you will find...a leftist.

It’s a lie, but it’s the lie he needs. I’m going to hell.

Science is uneasy with beginnings. Mythology is concerned above all with what happened "in the beginning". Its signature is "Once upon a time".

One of man's greatest obligations is anger.

I love the feeling I get when I'm on a set; I love reading the scripts, playing the characters, getting to be someone else.

Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.

Rachel Cusk's books are like pop-up volumes for grown-ups, the prose springing out of the page to bop you neatly between the eyes with its insights.

Be very slow to go into looking for solutions.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.