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• Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Little Cloud...
• Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Ocean, Line 54...
• Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Common Lo...
• Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Issues of Life and Death...
• Fry: Have you ever been in love? Worm Mayor: No, I thought I was once, but then I remembered our species reproduces with a cloud of spores.
• There ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
  -- Old Testament -- 1 Kings xviii, 44...
• When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the decei
  Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day...
• The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read them.
  -- Henry David Thoreau, Walden (1854), III, Reading...
• When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Song, From Juvenile Poem...