And now from yonder hill the sun's bright beams Shine through the mist, and flood the world with light; The path winds on, leaving our broken dreams Of tangled briar and brake far out of sight. The dawn of hope has come our heart to cheer; The path before us shines in the sun's ray. We follow on, into the coming year, And in hope's sunshine greet each op'ning day.

[I]t is clear the future holds great opportunities. It also holds pitfalls. The trick will be to avoid the pitfalls, seize the opportunities, and get back home by six o’clock.

I bet after seeing us, George Washington would sue us for calling him "father."

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

If we got one-tenth of what was promised to us in these acceptance speeches there wouldn't be any inducement to go to heaven.