Far too soon a man is in his grave, and how small are the hurricanes and mountains of his life—vengeance… — Tanith Lee
Far too soon a man is in his grave, and how small are the hurricanes and mountains of his life—vengeance, love, might, and conquest—compared to that tiny heap of bone dust at its end.
p. 160Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
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