"Oh! then you loved the world. Eternal ones, love it eternally and evermore; and to woe too, you say: go, but return! For all joy wants-- eternity.” -- Friedrich Nietzche
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”"