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Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.
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Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
-- Mrs. Barbauld (1743-1825)
-- The Invitation
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NORTHERN INSIGHTS: all our Insights are NORTHERN!
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,-- Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey....
There's too much water in our chlorine supply.
Let our object be our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country.
-- Daniel Webster (1782-1852) -- Address on laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument, 1825, p....
FUNERAL, n. A pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker, and strengthen our grief by an expenditure that deepens our groans and doubles our tears.
The savage dies -- they sacrifice a horse To bear to happy hunting-grounds the corse....
The temple of our purest thoughts is- silence! -- Mrs. Hale
Cthulhu saves our souls and redeems them for valuable coupons later.
Our affections are our life. We live by them; they supply our warmth. -- William Ellery Channing
When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.
-- Michael Bridge...