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In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face — the face of one long dead —
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Cross of Snow (1879)

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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

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They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast,
And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

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Music is the universal language of mankind — poetry their universal pastime and delight.

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Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.

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