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• The bravest are the tenderest,-- The loving are the daring.
  -- Bayard Taylor (1825-1878) -- The Song of the Camp...
• They sang of love, and not of fame; Forgot was Britain's glory
  Each heart recall'd a different name, But all sang Annie Lawrie....
• Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
  -- George Fabriciu...
• We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude.
  We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country....
• Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 745...
• Nobody leaves here till they sing the blues.
• Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day
  hat man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number....
• I'd like to sing you a song now about my old girlfriend.
  It's called, "They'll Find Her When the Leaves Blow Away 'Cause I'm Not Raking 'Til Spring....
• Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
  Let our rejoicing rise High as the listening skies, Let it resound loud as the rolling sea....