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Accademia Del Cimento
Monday, March 26, 2018
In the realm of human destiny the depth of man's questioning is more important than his answers.
Nothing whatever is hidden; from of old, all is clear as daylight.
Along with terror, there sweeps over the warrior in a seething tide of blood-red waves, ecstasy.
Thursday, March 22, 2018
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
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