Ophelia: To the noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Armado: Love is a familiar; love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love.
Shylock: I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Brutus: That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face.
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
Higgins: Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby.
Pompey: Come, fear not you: good counsellors lack no clients.
John: I am reminded of being in Wales with Imogen, when she said to me: "Daddy, if I cried and my tears fell on your eyes, would you be able to see again?"
York: The sands are number'd that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
Antony: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
Macbeth: It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak.