William Shakespeare Quotes

To feed were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 4, l. 34-6. "From thence" means away from home.
O, that way madness lies; let me shun that!
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 4, l. 21. "That way" means thinking about the ingratitude of his daughters.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 3, l. 38.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Marcellus, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 4, l. 67 (1604).
I must go and meet with danger there, Or it will seek me in another place, And find me worse provided.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Northumberland, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 3, l. 48-50. "Provided" means prepared.
I have unclasped To thee the book even of my secret soul.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orsino, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 4, l. 13-4. To Cesario (Viola in disguise), whom he is sending to Olivia as his go-between.
The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Paulina, in The Winter's Tale, act 2, sc. 2, l. 39-40. Proposing to present Hermione's baby to the king, Leontes.
I heard a bustling rumor like a fray, And the wind blows it from the Capitol.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 4, l. 18-9. "Bustling rumor like a fray" means confused noise like a brawl.
"Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire." What many men desire! That many may be meant By the fool multitude that choose by show.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince of Arragon, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 9, l. 24-6. He starts with the golden casket.
Of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors and talk of wills.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard II, act 3, sc. 2, l. 140-4 (1597).