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• Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
  Act, act in the living present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!...
• Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- A Psalm of Life...
• Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- A Psalm of Life...
• Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal
  Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul....
• Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!
  For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem....
• This is the place. Stand still, my steed,-- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- A Gleam of Sunshine...
• No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Endymio...
• The prayer of Ajax was for light. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life
• Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow lea
  Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn....