Out, Out Brief Candle
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Death Idea of Time Human Nature
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 is but a walking shadow, A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage And is heard no more, It is a tale told by an idiot, Full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing (Macbeth learning of Lady Macbeth’s suicide, Act 5, Scene 5) First line, second stanza is my "favorite quote" on Facebook. "Thank God, I'm an atheist" is somewhere in my profile. |