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Heaven In A Rage
“If a lion could talk, we wouldn’t be able to understand it.”
- Ludwig Wittgenstein
“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturnèd wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.”
- Romeo and Juliet, Act 2 Scene 2
“Selfless good deeds don’t exist.”
- Friends, ‘The One Where Phoebe Hates PBS’