January 2011
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There is definitely no logic to this.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 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, ...
I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said, “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought.
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