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"The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator."
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"Every charitable act is a stepping stone toward heaven."
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"It's in the act of having to do things that you don't want to that you learn something about moving past the self. Past the ego."
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"Books choose their authors; the act of creation is not entirely a rational and conscious one."
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"I will act as if what I do makes a difference."
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"Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk."
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"A conventional good read is usually a bad read, a relaxing bath in what we know already. A true good read is surely an act of innovative creation in which we, the readers, become conspirators."
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"The denial of our duty to act in this case is a denial of our right to act; and if we have no right to act, then may we well be termed the white slaves of the North, for like our brethren in bonds, we must seal our lips in silence and despair."
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"Since natural selection requires a function to select, an irreducibly complex biological system, if there is such a thing, would have to arise as an integrated unit for natural selection to have anything to act on."
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"I didn't act like I was there. I just got into the story."
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"I used to be a real prince charming if I went on a date with a girl. But then I'd get to where I was likely to have a stroke from the stress of keeping up my act. I've since learned the key to a good date is to pay attention on her."
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"Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust."
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"There is no armor against fate."
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"The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator."
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"The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade."
Death
"Death calls ye to the crowd of common men."
Death
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