INTO my heart's treasury
I slipped a coin
That time cannot take
Nor a thief purloin,-
Oh better than the minting
Of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory
Of a lovely thing.
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Quotes of the Day
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
by Carl SandburgAfter waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang
low among dry leaves in an elm
AMONG the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
Dreams go on.