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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the road there, but the gate is low. |
| - Robert Herrick |
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To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. |
| - William Blake |
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Here lies the body of Michael Shay, Who died maintaining his right of way. His case was clear and his will was strong - But he's as dead as if he'd been wrong. |
| - Unknown |
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I don't know what a moron is, And I don't give a damn. I'm thankful that I am not one - My God! Perhaps I am! |
| - Henry Pratt Fairchild |
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You have no enemies, you say? Alas, my friend, the boast is poor. He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes. If you have none, Small is the work that you have done. You've hit no traitor on the hip, You've dashed no cup from perjured lip, You've never turned the wrong to right, You've been a coward in the fight. |
| - Charles Mackay |
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Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land. Thus the little minutes, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity. |
| - Julia Fletcher Carney |
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Three things there are that will never come back: The arrow shot forth on its destined track; The appointed hour that could not wait; And the helpful word that was spoken too late. |
| - From the Persian, paraphrased by Louis Untermeyer |