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• Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Motto, Hyperion, Book i...
• Art is long, life short; judgment difficult, opportunity transient.
  -- Goethe (1749-1832) -- Wilhelm Meister, Book vii, Chap. ix...
• Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom
  Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?...
• Abandon all hope, ye who exit here.
• What is the first business of one who studies philosophy?
  To part with self-conceit. For it is impossible for any one to begin to learn what he thinks that he already knows....
• It is not without good reason said, that he who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.
  -- Michael de Montaigne (1533-1592) -- Essays, Book i, Chap. ix, Of Lia...
• Look ere ye leape. -- John Heywood (c. 1565) -- Proverbes, Part i, Chap. ii
• I, who have so much and so universally adored this [greek], "excellent mediocrity," -- Michael de Montaigne (1533-1592) -- Essays, Book iii, Chap.
  xiii...
• Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Wishes to his Supposed Mistre...