Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
By William Shakespeare
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