Death is the last limit of all things. - Horace

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There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.

Horace

Death is the last limit of all things.

Death, Lasts, Limits, Things, Limit

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It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity

Adversity, Blood, Courage, Life, Live, Splendor

Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.

Beautiful, Fear, Point, View, Views

A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.

Cage, Cages, Let, Whistled, Wisdom, Wise

It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar - that I call an achievement.

Art, Liar, Liars, Like, Lying, Writes

Never despair. [Nil desperandum. ]

Despair, Desperandum, Nil

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There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.

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I am tired of always dying with a broken heart.

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I have often reflected upon the new vistas that reading has opened to me. I knew right there in prison that reading had changed forever the course of my life. As I see it today, the ability to read awoke inside me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

Changed, Education, Long, Reading, Reflected, Right

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Urban areas tend to attract members of the 'knowledge class' - people who work with ideas, data, information

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We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.

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