Why can’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You’ll find what you’re trying to say in him- as you’ll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.''- 'Fine! That’s beautiful. But I wasn’t trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let’s drink up and forget it. That’s more my idea. Eugene ONeill
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  1. Happy roads is bunk. Weary roads is right. Get you nowhere fast. That's where I've got–nowhere. Where everyone lands in the end, even if most of the suckers won't admit it.
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  3. There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
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