| Quotes |
Topic |
| Life | If you will do some deed before you die, Remember not this caravan of death, But have belief that every little breath Will stay with you for an eternity. |
| Livery | "There beauty half her glory veils, In cabs, those gondolas on wheels." |
| Love | It's love, it's love that makes the world go round. |
| Love | Oh, tell me whence Love cometh! Love comes uncall'd, unsent. Oh, tell me where Love goeth! That was not Love that went. |
| Love | I seek for one as fair and gay, But find none to remind me, How blest the hours pass'd away With the girl I left behind me. |
| Love | Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves? |
| Love of Country | From the lone shielding on the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas, But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides. |
| March | Who in this world of ours their eyes In March first open shall be wise, In days of peril firm and brave, And wear a Bloodstone to their grave. |
| May | Who first beholds the light of day In Spring's sweet flowery month of May And wears an Emerald all her life, Shall be a loved and happy wife. |
| Medicine | Use three Physicians, Still-first Dr. Quiet, Next Dr. Merry-man And Dr. Dyet. |
| Medicine | The physician heals, Nature makes well. |
| Mind | Sublimity is the echo of a noble mind. |
| Money | Dollar Diplomacy. |
| Months | Fourth, eleventh, ninth, and sixth, Thirty days to each affix, Every other thirty-one, Except the second month alone. |
| Months | Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, All the rest have thirty-one Excepting February alone, Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, Till lap year gives it twenty-nine. |
| Moon | Transcendental moonshine. |
| Mottoes | Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God. |
| Music | But Bellenden we needs must praise, Who as down the stairs she jumps Sings o'er the hill and far away, Despising doleful dumps. - Unattributed Author, |
| Music | Tom he was a piper's son, He learned to play when he was young, Bug all the tune that he could play Was "Over the hills and far away." - Unattributed Author, |
| Night | But we that have but span-long life, The thicker must lay on the pleasure, And since time will not stay, We'll add night to the day, Thus, thus we'll fill the measure. |
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