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• Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate
  Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait....
• 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...
• Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• Like sands in a swimsuit...so are the days of our lives.
• All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy
  for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselve...
• Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal
  Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul....
• A person without a navel lives within all of us.
• 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....
• Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more?
  We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...