O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
The world without God would be a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing...
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.