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• Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- A Psalm of Life...
• Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!
  For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem....
• Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. -- Pablo Picasso
• O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksand
  life hath snares! -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Maidenhood...
• Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
  Act, act in the living present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!...
• Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate
  Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait....
• Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. Berthold Auerbach
• The prayer of Ajax was for light. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life
• Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- A Psalm of Life...