Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Those are all nice ones.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteTrue, we can always begin again.
ReplyDeleteGood ones
ReplyDeleteGood thoughts--- I confess I like Wilde's best.
ReplyDeleteAlways important to get perspective on life's twists an turns.
ReplyDeleteAll food for thought but the experience one hit home.
ReplyDeleteExperience is another name for mistake, i never thought about that, but it's probably true!
ReplyDeleteThose were really great, thank you.
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