A Quote by Benjamin Franklin

Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world. — © Benjamin Franklin
Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.
My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.
The wise man has his follies, no less than the fool; but it has been said that herein lies the difference--the follies of the fool are known to the world, but hidden from himself; the follies of the wise are known to himself, but hidden from the world.
I don't sleep. All night long I'm wide awake, thinking, Secrets, secrets, secrets. There are secrets in my past no one needs to know. Secrets in my present that might kill Kim and Chip. I don't want to take my secrets with me when I go. When I pass through the light, i want to be free of everything and everyone.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.
There have been only two taboos in the world: sex and death. It is very strange why sex and death have been the two taboos not to be talked about, to be avoided. They are deeply connected. Sex represents life because all life arises out of sex, and death represents the end. And both have been taboo - don't talk about sex and don't talk about death.
Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.
I believe more follies are committed out of complaisance to the world, than in following our own inclinations.
We cannot bring ourselves to believe it possible that a foreigner should in any respect be wiser than ourselves. If any such point out to us our follies, we at once claim those follies as the special evidence of our wisdom.
A stranger here Strange things doth meet, strange glories see; Strange treasures lodged in this fair world appear, Strange all, and new to me. But that they mine should be, who nothing was, That strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
As other authors have realized, heat can have a strange effect on us, can cause odd chemical reactions in the brain. Heat can bring out secrets; it can change people's personalities.
People intrinsically know there are secrets being held from us. Look at WikiLeaks: There are secrets that are really true to the world.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear, and be slain--so worse can come to fight; And fight and die is death destroying death, Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.
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