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• Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,-- He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
  -- Goethe (1749-1832) -- Wilhelm Meister, Book ii, Chap. xiii...
• Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow lea
  Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn....
• She floats upon the river of his thoughts. -- Henry W.
  Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Spanish Student, Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Tales of a Wayside Inn, The Golden Legend...
• 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....
• Burns: Hmm...who's that goat-legged fellow? I like the cut of his jib.
  Smithers: Er, Prince of Darkness, sir. He's your eleven o'clock....
• Homer: Son, there was something I was going to give you at the end of this trip, but since we may not survive, I want you to have it now.
  Bart: [gasps] A real Swiss Army knife! Cool! Home...
• O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life...
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