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• We may mount from this dull Earth, and viewing it from on high, consider whether Nature has laid out all her cost and finery upon this small speck of Dirt.
  So, like Travelers into other distant countries, we shall be better able to judge of what's done at home, know how to make a true estimate of, and set its own value upon every thing....
• We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.
  Our age yields no great and perfect persons. We want men and women who shall renovate life and our social state but we see that most natures are insolvent, cannot satisfy their own wants, have an ambition out of all proportion to their practical force, and so do lean and beg day and night continually....
• We are drawn to our television sets each April the way we are drawn to the scene of an accident.
  -- Vincent Canby on the Academy Award...
• Kirk: "Captain's Log, Stardate 9529.1. This is the final cruise of the Starship Enterprise under my command.
  This ship and her history will shortly become the care of a new generation....
• POTABLE, n. Suitable for drinking. Water is said to be potable
  indeed, some declare it our natural beverage, although even they find it palatable only when suffering from the recurrent disorder known as thirst, for which it is a medicine....
• I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale
  that plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful....
• Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and du
  Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days....
• Most of the fear that spoils our life comes from attacking difficulties before we get to them.
  -- Dr. Frank Crane...
• Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York, and all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
  Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, our bruised arms hung up for monuments, our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, our dreadful marches to delightful measures....