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Laurel crowned Horatius
True, how true the saying,
Swift as wind flies over us
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Laurel crowned Horatius
True, how true the saying,
Swift as wind flies over us
Time devouring, slaying.
[Lat., Lauriger Horatius
Quam dixisti verum;
Fugit curo citius
Tempus edax rerum.]
For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
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For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
because it is sealed up and no one turns back.
I said there was nothing so convincing to an Indian as a general massacre. If he could not approve of read more
I said there was nothing so convincing to an Indian as a general massacre. If he could not approve of the massacre, I said the next surest thing for an Indian was soap and education. Soap and education are not as sudden as a massacre, but they are more deadly in the long run; because a half-massacred Indian may recover, but if you educate him and wash him, it is bound to finish him some time or other.
Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in
which time is being inscribed.
Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in
which time is being inscribed.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; read more
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
, The Hidden Power of the Heart Each moment is a doorway to time travel. Being in this very moment read more
, The Hidden Power of the Heart Each moment is a doorway to time travel. Being in this very moment and no other, time as we know it stops. You can Freeze-Frame and stop. Then you can make another choice. You can stay in the same holographic pattern or you can choose a different one. -Sara Paddison.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, read more
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. -Horace Mann.
Behind, he hears Time's iron gates close faintly,
He is now far from them;
For he has read more
Behind, he hears Time's iron gates close faintly,
He is now far from them;
For he has reached the city of the saintly,
The New Jerusalem.