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• The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun.
  The brightness of our life is gone, shadows of the evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection itself- a broader shadow....
• aga n. [WPI] A cuspy but bogus raving story about N random broken people.
  Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told by Guy L....
• Yet man dies not while the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains.
  His name is forgotten, indeed, but the breath he breathed yet stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space...
• While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
  Our birth is nothing but our death begun....
• There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.
  -- Richte...
• Even if we put all these nagging thoughts [four embarrassing questions about astrology] aside for a moment, one overriding question remains to be asked.
  Why would the positions of celestial objects at the moment of birth have an effect on our characters, lives, or destinies?...
• In later life, as in earlier, only a few persons influence the formation of our characte
  he multitude pass us by like a distant army. One friend, one teacher, one beloved, one club, one dining table, one work table are the means by which one's nation and the spirit of one's nation affect the individual....
• The commercial prostitution of love is the last outcome of our whole social system, and its most clear condemnation.
  It flaunts in our streets, it hides itself in the garment of respectability under the name of matrimony, ....
• That which does not kill us powers up our weapons.