Like A Diamond In The Sky

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  “Under the stars,” she repeated. “I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to someone. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.”  “It was a dream,” said John quietly.  “Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”  “How pleasant then to be insane!” —“The Diamond as Big as the Ritz” A Short Story By F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)

A matter of lamentation

"It is a matter of lamentation that men know not for what end they were born into the world until they are ready to go out of it."

Sir Thomas Smith, Secretary of State to Queen Elizabeth ( circa 1577)

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