Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

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

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

We are such stuff that dreams are made of.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.