Do what thy manhood bids thee do, from none but self expect applause; He noblest lives and noblest dies who makes and keeps his self-made laws. All other Life is living Death, a world where none but Phantoms dwell, A breath, a wind, a sound, a voice, a tinkling of the camel-bell.
Richard Francis Burton
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One death to a man is a serious thing: a dozen neutralize one another.
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Cease, Man, to mourn, to weep, to wail; enjoy thy shining hour of sun; We dance along Death's icy brink, but is the dance less full of fun?
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Th' immortal mind of mortal man! We hear yon loud-lunged Zealot cry; Whose mind but means his sum of thought, an essence of atomic I. Thought is the work of brain and nerve, in small-skulled idiot poor and mean; In sickness sick, in sleep asleep, and dead when Death lets drop the scene.
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