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 Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:41 pm
He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange,
he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel.
The thing came to pass simply,
of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:44 pm
"Through me is the way into the woeful city; through me is the way into eternal woe; through me is the way among the lost people. Justice moved my lofty maker: the divine Power, the supreme Wisdom and the primal Love made me. Before me were no things created, unless eternal, and I eternal last. Leave every hope, ye who enter!"
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:47 pm
God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, [ie., everybody.] to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:50 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:51 pm
They usually call death row the Last Mile, but we called ours the Green Mile, because the floor was the color of faded limes. We had the electric chair then. Old Sparky, we called it. I've lived a lot of years, Ellie, but 1935 takes the prize. That was the year I had the worst urinary infection of my life. That was also the year of John Coffey and the two dead girls.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:52 pm
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
* Caesar, Act II, sc. ii
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:54 pm
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:56 pm
" In the practical art of war, the best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact; to shatter and destroy it is not so good. So, too, it is better to recapture an army entire than to destroy it, to capture a regiment, a detachment or a company entire than to destroy them."
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 5:57 pm
"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like."
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 6:02 pm
There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorceror as cruel,
As the proud and angry fool.
And yet, we cry life isn't fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 6:07 pm
There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorceror as cruel,
As the proud and angry fool.
And yet, we cry life isn't fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 6:10 pm
There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorceror as cruel,
As the proud and angry fool.
And yet, we cry life isn't fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 6:45 pm
There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorceror as cruel,
As the proud and angry fool.
And yet, we cry life isn't fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 8:29 pm
There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorceror as cruel,
As the proud and angry fool.
And yet, we cry life isn't fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 8:36 pm
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