“Denmark's a prison. ROSENCRANTZ. Then is the world one. HAMLET. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. ROSENCRANTZ. We think not so, my lord. HAMLET. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
To me it is a prison.
ROSENCRANTZ. Why, then your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind. HAMLET. 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.”