All things pass, all things, that is, but mystery.
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All things pass, all things, that is, but mystery.
“No private grudge they need, no personal spite,
The viva sectio is its own delight!
All enmity, all envy, they disclaim,
Disinterested thieves of our good name:
Cool, sober murderers of their neighbours’ fame.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge | “Modern Critics”