tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison. Hamlet. Titus Andronicus - Page 56 by William Shakespeare - 1788 Full view - About this book
...even dream isn't, at least for me, what it used to be. And here Hamm elides with Hamlet, when he says, "O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams" (Hamlet 2.2.251—52) — in which, if our little lives are rounded...
tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison. 
