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• Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book x, Line 46...
• Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 661...
• It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
• A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night viii, Line 793...
• GNOME, n. In North-European mythology, a dwarfish imp inhabiting the interior parts of the earth and having special custody of mineral treasures.
  Bjorsen, who died in 1765, says gnomes were common enough in the southern parts of Sweden in his boyhood, and he frequently saw them scampering on the hills in the evening twilight....
• We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongues, at our peril, risk and hazard.
  --Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet), Liberty of the Press in Philosophical Dictionary (1764)...
• Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us, even in our pains. -- Colto
• While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
  Our birth is nothing but our death begun....
• ound of Bobby McFerrin song finishing] Marty: That was Bobby McFerrin's new one, "I'm Worried (Need Money)".
  If you want tickets to the big Pigskin Classic [oinking noise] just get to a phone and be our thirteenth caller....