"Away, you starvelling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish!"

"I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you."

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

"To be, or not to be: that is the question."

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."