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My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He wrote: "In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God."
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Inscribed on the Robert F. Kennedy gravesite at Arlington National Cemetery.

 

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Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears:
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