by aurumlupus » Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:03 am
Faith sighed. "Please don't make me slap you. He isn't dead, and nothing bad will happen to him already." she informed Anna. "Trust me, I've been at that place for years."
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."