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“At the touch of mankind, things wear away with heartbreaking slowness.”
― Henri Barbusse, Hell

“There is a willow grows aslant the brook that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; therewith fantastic garlands did she make of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that the liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke; when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide and, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up; which time she chanted snatches of old lauds, as one incapable of her own distress, or like a creature native and indued unto that element; but long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“I'm a pretty clean eater, so my beard probably just smells like the blood of my enemies, as usual.”
― Eric Hendrixson

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein