History repeats itself. That's one of the things wrong with history.
What would it profit thee to be the first Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever, A thing that answers, but hath not a thought As lasting but as senseless as a stone.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Only the most acute and active animals are capable of boredom. - A theme for a great poet would be God's boredom on the seventh day of creation.
The Avalanches was a great dance track, I thought, but I always feel a little bit let down when there are just two lines repeated constantly. Over and over. Forever.
In hell there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.
There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.
The only thing that would change would be the year, the names. It just got to be a repetitious life.
