Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. – William Shakespeare