Out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever gods may be. For my unconquerable soul. - Henley
Rage. Rage against the dying of the light.
John Donne No man is an island, Entire of itself; Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. ... Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
"If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;"
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