Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Simply the thing I am shall make me live.

"We know who we are, but not what we may be." William Shakespeare

Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra, Orazio, di quante non ne immagini la tua filosofia.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.