Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth - W.Shakespeare
I still love this one, as it can be taken a couple of ways. It could be viewed as negative, but i now see it as the futility of self...