Misanthropic view of the world:

. . .What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god; the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals--and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?  Man delights not me. (Hamlet)

Get thee to a nunnery.  Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?  I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.  I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act the in.  Why should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?  We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us.  Go thy ways to a nunnery. (Hamlet)