I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
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