Victor HugoThere is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
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All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. It is a grand spectacle which Shakespeare speaks of in this quote, yet it is something that many people take for granted. The world is constantly changing; it’s fairly easy to forget about these changes until something happens to remind us. There’s not much point in doing something unless you remember what it feels like to do it.
Source: Les MisaRables
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