001.  You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act.

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002.  The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.

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003.  Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea; 
And love is a thing that can never go wrong; 
And I am Marie of Romania.

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004.  It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

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005. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale 
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

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006.  A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; 
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.

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007.  And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.

006.  A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; 
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.

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A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; 
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,<_br>We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;<_br>But were we burdened with like weight of pain,<_br>As much or more we should ourselves complain.