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• This is the thing that I was born to do. -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- Musophilus, Stanza 100
• And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.
  -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- Musophilus, Stanza 97...
• And who (in time) knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue?
  To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?...
• Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
  -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- To the Countess of Cumberland, Stanza 12...
• As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out thorough, and his frailty find.
  -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- History of the Civil War, Book iv, Stanza 84...
• Where there is fear, there is no religion. -- Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (1869-1948)
• Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar, Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 57...
• A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive. -- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
• Fear is only another form of awareness -- Charlie Manso