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— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between."
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For me, dance is a nutrient, you know, it's something that I need, it's something like, you know, the air we breath, the food we eat. These are things that we need for survival. For me, dance is a nutrient. It's my nourishment.
— Gregg Burge
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A distinguished man should be as particular about his last words as he is about his last breath. He should write them out on a slip of paper and take the judgment of his friends on them. He should never leave such a thing to the last hour of his life, and trust to an intellectual spurt at the last moment to enable him to say something smart with his latest gasp and launch into eternity with grandeur.
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