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14
Oct
‘Think but how vile a spectacle it were,To view thy present trespass in another.Men’s faults do seldom to themselves appear;Their own transgressions partially they smother:This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother.O, how are they wrapp’d in with infamiesThat from their own misdeeds askance their eyes!
The Rape of Lucrece
14
Oct
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.
Lady M.
Macbeth Act 1, scene 5, 15–18
14
Oct
There is a wisdom that is woe, but there is a woe that is madness.
Melville, Herman
14
Oct
It is so rare…to find a complete person, with a soul, a heart and an imagination; so rare for characters as ardent and restless as ours to meet and to be matched together, that I hardly know how to tell you what happiness it gives me to know you.
Berlioz, Hector
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