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• Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Fatal Sisters, Line 3...
• Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 5...
• Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait!
  Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state....
• The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude, Line 53...
• If naebody care for me, I 'll care for naebody.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- I hae a Wife o' my Ai...
• Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bea
  Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air....
• My gray hairs can beat your gray hairs.
• Well, there we're in kind of a gray area..." "How gray?" "Charcoal." -- Fletch
• A little humility is arrogance. -- Bill Gray