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There is a cropping-time in the races of men, as in the fruits of
the field; and sometimes, if read more
There is a cropping-time in the races of men, as in the fruits of
the field; and sometimes, if the stock be good, there springs up
for a time a succession of splendid men; and then comes a period
of barrenness.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it read more
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
Without duty, life is soft and boneless; it cannot hold itself together.
Without duty, life is soft and boneless; it cannot hold itself together.
Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.
Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath read more
In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away.
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
