Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
William ShakespeareAll of Creationโs a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.
William ShakespeareI have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
William Shakespeare