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• Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian to his Soul...
• Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian to his Soul...
• Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory?
  O death! where is thy sting? -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian to his Soul...
• His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiii, Line 38...
• For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. -- Alexander Pope
• Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 364...
• Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
  The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come....
• Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 392...
• The Jews and Arabs should settle their disputes in the true spirit of Christian charity.
  -- Alexander Wiley...