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• Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Issues of Life and Death...
• None are so empty as those who are full of themselves.
• T is not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Issues of Life and Death...
• Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
  Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselve...
• Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend?
  There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end....
• Gashed with honourable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie
  Though they fell, they fell like stars, Streaming splendour through the sky....
• While most of those who hold that the whole heaven is finite say that the earth lies at the center, the philosophers of Italy, the so-called Pythagoreans, assert the contrary.
  They say that in the middle there is fire, and that the earth is one of the stars, and by its circular motion round the center produces night and day....
• Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- At Home in Heave...
• Thus spake the master programmer: "A well-written program is its own heave
  a poorly-written program is its own hell." -- Geoffrey James, "The Tao of Programming...