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There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Death is a fearful thing.
The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.