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  Lisa: You're a wonderful person. Taylor: Hi, Lisa, I'm Alison's father, Professor Taylor....
• My kid sister was sent from heaven. They like it quiet up there.
• It looks like the Temple of Doom!
• The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Midnight Ma...
• Producing a system from a specification is like walking on water--it's easier if it's frozen.
• The moral idea of Christian love is like a pillar of flaming light extending from earth to heave
  but the supernatural religion of freedom, solace, and joy that should have evolved from it was choked and poisoned....
• From a chicken in every pot to a chicken smokin' po
• From every place below the skies The grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- The incense of the heart, To heaven, and find acceptance there.
  -- John Pierpont (1785-1866) -- Every Place a Temple...
• Wealth should come like manna from heaven, unearned and uncalled for.
  Money should be like grace--a gift. It is not worth sweating and scheming for. -- Edward Abbey...