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• Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Motto, Hyperion, Book i...
• Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day
  hat man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number....
• Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate
  Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait....
• Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Rainy Day...
• Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if God won't have you, the devil must.
• Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, If God won't have you, the devil must.
• For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast.
  And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. --Lord Byro...
• And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part ii...
• Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
  -- Mark Twai...