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• Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ix, Line 167...
• DAISY CHAIN -- coming full circle.
• Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o'thousands thou hast slain! -- Robert Burns (1756-1796)
• But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed
  Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever....
• Man is a complex thing: he makes deserts bloom and lakes die. -- Gil Ste
• Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Flow gently, sweet Afto...
• Burns: Ah, 206 bones, 50 miles of small intestine, full pouting lips.
  Why, this fellow is less a snowman... than a god....
• Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
  How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care?...
• O Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
  Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play....