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• I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west, Through many a weary way
  But never, never can forget The love of life's young day....
• And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature.
  Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc....
• To die -- to sleep -- No more -- and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks, That flesh is heir to -- 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.
  -- William Shakespeare...
• How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When memory plays an old tune on the heart!
  -- Eliza Cook (1817-1889) -- Old Dobbi...
• Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune. -- Kin Hubbard
• Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune. HUBBARD
• Nature is very un-American. Nature never hurries. -- William George Jorda
• A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. -- William Shakespeare
• Man is nature's sole mistake. -- William S. Gilbert (1836-1911)