Turn over a new leaf.
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Turn over a new leaf.
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Some past actions cannot be undone.
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd? O punishment!
This principle is old, but true as fate,- Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. ~ 37
You have to give up some of the old so that you can make room for the new.
The whole damn universe has to be taken apart, brick by brick, and reconstructed.