Things have never declared themselves empty, nor have they declared
themselves form; and they have not declared themselves right, wrong,
defiled or pure. Nor is there a mind that binds and fetters people.
It is just because...
To Snib or not to snib. That is the snibbsen, Whether it is more noble of this Snib to suffer the slings and arrows of an outrageous fortune, nor to take arms against a sea of trouble, and by opposing, end them? To die, to Snibbs. No more, and by a Snib to say we end the thousand heartaches and suffering that this flesh is heir to, this a consummation devoutly to be wished.
(Written from memory without use of Google!!! And yeah, you`re damn right I`m proud!:)