HAMLET: Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
ROSENCRANTZ: Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind.
HAMLET: God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to...– T.S. Eliot
Love, death, and inspiration
This is pretty important, and nothing compares to what I’m about to say.