1. Night after night in the '50s, I traveled all over New York City. The promoter had 10 acts, and the winner each night would get five dollars; second place would get three dollars, and third place would get two dollars. He always put the best acts on last so the people wouldn't walk out, and the worst acts went on first. He always put me on first.
  2. For everything we have we should be grateful! This Blue Planet, beloved, filled with life, Filled with palpitating life-giving Light, But We, we don't see the Light, We destroy the gifts, the gods gave us, Way back when, we were but a cell, With no destructive might, In the Night of Time.
  3. Cat Stevens "Oh Very Young": Oh very young What will you leave us this time You're only dancing on this earth for a short while A.
  4. Aphorism •a concise statement of a general truth or principle; like a truism •Example— o A penny saved is a penny earned. - Ben Franklin o The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them. - Mark Twain o “You never really understand a person until you.
  5. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be, and be this so. Olivia's love is even more steeped in madness than she thinks, as Cesario is, of course, really Viola in disguise.
  6. "And I know," said Bob, "I know, my dears, that when we recollect how patient and how mild he was; although he was a little, little child; we shall not quarrel easily among ourselves, and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it." "No, never, father!" they all cried again. .
  7. Think of the bright mid summer night glories we can share. Won't have to go on kissing a day dream, I'll have you. You'll be real, real as the white moon lighting the blue. Out of my dreams and Into your arms I long to fly. I will come as evening comes to woo a waltzing sky. Out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows, when the mist.
  8. Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

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