Posted by: Cheope
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Death)
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection, no more.
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Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection, no more.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
And while I walked and talked as heretofore, I seemed to move among a world of ghosts, and feel myself the shadow of a dream.
For man is man and master of his fate.
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.