Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism; the way you play it is free will.
Our life's a stage, a comedy: either learn to play and take it lightly, or bear its troubles patiently.
The geat blessing of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut our eyes, and like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it.
The boundaries which divide life from death
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends,
and the other begins?
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