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• The Moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, with silent delight, sits and smiles on the night.
  -- William Blake...
• It isn't the mountains ahead that wear you out, it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
• In the gates of Eternity, the black hand and the white hand hold each other with an equal clasp.
  -- Mrs. Stowe...
• Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
  -- William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child...
• May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back
  May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields and, until we meet again may God hold you in the palm of his hand -- An old Irish saying....
• He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy
  But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise. -- William Blake...
• Tyger! Tyger! burning bright What the hammer?
  What the chain? In the forests of the night, In what furnace was thy brain?...
• To generalize is to be an idiot. -- William Blake