“Let me have war, say I. It exceeds peace as far as day does night. It’s sprightly walking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war’s a destroyer of men.”

-de um coadjuvante em Coriolanus.

Quero comprar um busto do Shakespeare pra tacar um chêro na testa dele sempre que topar com essas coisas.