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Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end
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
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course
Lawless are they that make their wills their law
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
In time we hate that which we often fear
In a false quarrel there is no true valor
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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