The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
Such antics do not amount to a man.
What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!
What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?