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
I always love your Happy Tuesday posts. You made me say yes on many and I laughed out loud more than once. You're right, I don't care what you have for breakfast.
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Lots of wisdom and quite a few LOLs here too!
ReplyDeleteI always love your Happy Tuesday posts. You made me say yes on many and I laughed out loud more than once. You're right, I don't care what you have for breakfast.
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