We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
Tom Stoppard (1937 -)
Source: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Contributed by: Zaady
Death followed by eternity . . . the worst of both worlds. It is a terrible thought
Source: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
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