I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

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

I am not in the giving vein today.

What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.

Friendship is full of dregs.

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.