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All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Love is the only good in the world,
Henceforth be loved as heart can love,
Or brain devise, or hand approve.

~ Robert Browning

I used to subscribe to their newsletter and even went through their training to form a local group but didn't receive enough positive feedback from my community to actually form one. 

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds that you plant.

~Robert Louis Stevenson

Make life better for another living being. Sow seeds of kindness and friendship. Be thoughtful of others. Small things can mean a lot.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

~William Wordsworth