Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept at the end of a love or a season. – Robert Frost
History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird. – Joseph Conrad
Look at all the buses now that want exact change, exact change. I figure if I give them exact change, they should take me exactly where I want to go. – George C. Wallace
He who never sacrificed a present to a future good or a personal to a general one can speak of happiness only as the blind do of colors. – Olympia Brown
