Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thoughts.
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For love and beauty and delight,
There is no death nor change.
History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man.
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.
Death is a veil which those who live call life, Sleep and it is lifted.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.