All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely
players.
They have their exit and their entrances.
And one man in his life plays many parts,
His act being seven stages.
No garments can conceal character. The man comes out sooner
or later.
Source:
I have forgotten the source. Perhaps Shakespeare’s All The
World is a Stage.
I write in a diary on some note books and have posted here having copied from there.
