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Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
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Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
I am a part of all that I have met.
Cleave never to the sunnier side of doubt.
I am a part of all I have seen.
If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
For I dipped into the future, as far as human eye could see, saw a vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
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I decided I ought to pick a project that would not be controversial, that would not really cost the government a lot of money.
Rather like Batman, I embody the themes of the movie which are the values of family, courage and compassion and a sense of right and wrong, good and bad and justice.
Some of the most famous books are the least worth reading. Their fame was due to their having done something that needed to be doing in their day. The work is done and the virtue of the book has expired.
EXPECTATION weakens us in the love and service we provide.
To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.
The wisdom of age: don't stop walking.
Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today.
It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement the greatest source of visual beauty the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.
I think God's justice is making wrongs right.
Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.
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