Ethical approach

Let's see these pockets: the letters... ...Let us see:
Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not:
To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;
Their papers, is more lawful.

The gods are just

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
....
EDMUND
Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true;
The wheel is come full circle: I am here.

Strives in his little world of man..

Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.

The very Shakespeare words

Messenger
O, my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead:
Slain by his servant, going to put out The other eye of Gloucester.

ALBANY
Gloucester's eye!?
.......

But, O poor Gloucester!
Lost he his other eye?

Messenger 
Both, both, my lord.

Truth-speaker

This is some fellow,
Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature: he cannot flatter, he,
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth!
An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.

Assignment to a stranger..

Gentleman
I will talk further with you.

KENT
No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,—
As fear not but you shall,—show her this ring;
And she will tell you who your fellow is
That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
I will go seek the king.

Bitch-style enflaming of a man..

GONERIL
Milk-liver'd man!
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief.
Where's thy drum?
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land;
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest
'Alack, why does he so?'

Power of passions..

KENT
Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?

Gentleman
Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence;
And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen
Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o'er her.

Madness in rage and grief

KING LEAR
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head!
And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man.

News

[The news] May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life: another way,
The news is not so tart.

The art of our necessities is strange...

The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious

Amazed with wickedness

Second Servant
I'll never care what wickedness I do,
If this man come to good

Freedom of the wretched

EDGAR
Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear:
The lamentable change is from the best;
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then,
Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!
The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
Owes nothing to thy blasts.
But who comes here?

Sorrow and emotion

You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like a better way: those happy smilets,
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved,
If all could so become it.

5 fiends of Tom

..five fiends have been in poor Tom at once;
of lust, as Obidicut;
Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing;
Modo, of murder;
Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and waiting-women..

Illness

Fiery? the fiery duke?
Tell the hot duke that—
No, but not yet: may be he is not well:
Infirmity doth still neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves
When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;
And am fall'n out with my more headier will,
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man.

...madmen lead the blind..

GLOUCESTER
'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
Above the rest, be gone

Knowing naught, like dogs, but following

CORNWALL
Why art thou angry?

KENT
That such a slave as this should wear a sword,
Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these,
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain
Which are too intrinse t' unloose; smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel;
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing nought, like dogs, but following.
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?

Acting and speaking

If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not;
since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak.

Time shall unfold

CORDELIA
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Well may you prosper!

Dragon

Peace, Kent! Come not between the dragon and his wrath

Foppery of the world

EDMUND
This is the excellent foppery of the world,
that, when we are sick in fortune,
—often the surfeit of our own behavior,
—we make guilty of our disasters
the sun, the moon, and the stars:
as if we were villains by necessity;
fools by heavenly compulsion;
knaves, thieves, and treachers,
by spherical predominance;
drunkards, liars, and adulterers,
by an enforced obedience of planetary influence;
and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on:
an admirable evasion of whoremaster man,
to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!

Truth and dower

Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower

Banishment

KING LEAR Hear me, recreant!
On thine allegiance, hear me!
Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
Which we durst never yet, and with strain'd pride
To come between our sentence and our power,
Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,
Our potency made good, take thy reward.
Five days we do allot thee, for provision
To shield thee from diseases of the world
And on the sixth to turn thy hated back
Upon our kingdom: if, on the tenth day following,
Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
The moment is thy death. Away!

Crazy cursing

KENT A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.

draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw

As if a man were author of himself...

Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces
Plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,
As if a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin

He tires betimes..

He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

Love to Motherland

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm..

To be a hard man

Not of a woman's tenderness to be, Requires nor child nor woman's face to see

Words of dying men

Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
He that no more must say is listen'd more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose;
More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Base imitation

Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation.

Evil's ambiguity

I know that it means very different things to different people; but that is only because evil always takes advantage of ambiguity

How to ask...

O, no more, no more!
You have said you will not grant us any thing;
For we have nothing else to ask, but that
Which you deny already: yet we will ask;
That, if you fail in our request, the blame
May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.

Out, affection.

But, out, affection!
All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.