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The Old Woman AS a white candle In a holy place, So is the beauty Of an aged face. As the spent radiance Of the winter sun, So is a woman With her travail done, Her brood gone from her, And her thoughts as still As the waters Under a ruined mill. Joseph Campbell
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Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves By Each Let This Be Heard, Some Do It With A Bitter Look, Some With A Flattering Word, The Coward Does It With A Kiss, The Brave Man With A Sword! Some Kill Their Love When They Are Young, And Some When They Are Old...Â
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AS A WHITE CANDLE IN A HOLY PLACE, SO IS THE BEAUTY OF AN AGED FACE. AS THE SPENT RADIANCE OF THE WINTER SUN, SO IS A WOMAN WITH HER TRAVAIL DONE, HER BROOD GONE FROM HER, AND HER THOUGHTS AS STILL AS THE WATERS UNDER A RUINED MILL.
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youth, Is the most beautiful thing in this world—and what a pity that it has to be wasted on children! George Bernard Shaw
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I've Oft Been Told By Learned Friars,that Wishing And The Crime Are One,and Heaven Punishes Desires As Much As If The Deed Were Done. If Wishing Damns Us, You And I Are Damned To All Our Heart's Content; Come, Then, At Least We May Enjoy Some Pleasure For Our Punishment! Thomas Moore
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