The path or the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities
of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who through
the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley
or darkness for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of
lost souls. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and
furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And
you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
- Jules, Ezekial 25:17, from 'Pulp Fiction' -
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. 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.