There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy

willow trees, willow trees they remind me of DesdemonaI'm so damned literary

Of all mad matches never was the likeBeing mad herself, she’s madly mated.

Here comes a pair of very strange beast, which in all tongues are called "fools".

What do you do when the alienating silence deafens your 'bootless cries'?

[...] my heart is wondrous light,Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.

This was going to be worse than the time I table danced in the diner in high school!

Get you gone, you dwarf,You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,You bead, you acorn!

Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?

How we lavish our money and worship on Shakespeare without in the least knowing why!

I missed the good old days when phones were sturdy enough to be pounded for emphasis.

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!-Posthumus LeonatusAct V, Scene V

When devils will the blackest sins put onThey do suggest at first with heavenly shows