In one of the stars I shall be living。 In one of them I shall be laughing。 And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… You – only you – will have stars that can laugh.
Out, out, brief candle! 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,