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The poet called Miss Liberty's torch 'the lamp beside the golden door.' Well, that was the entrance to America, and it still is. And now you really know why we're here tonight. The glistening hope of that lamp is still ours. Every promise, every opportunity, is still golden in this land. And through that golden door our children can walk into tomorrow with the knowledge that no one can be denied the promise that is America. Her heart is full; her torch is still golden, her future bright. She has arms big enough to comfort and strong enough to support, for the strength in her arms is the strength of her people. She will carry on in the '80s unafraid, unashamed, and unsurpassed. In this springtime of hope, some lights seem eternal; America's is. Ronald Reagan
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Nothing smelled so good or danced so well as a birch fire. Katherine Paterson
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You can't please everybody. There's that old saying that there's no sure formula for success, but the only sure fire formula for failure is to try to please everyone. You're not going to do that. Matt Bomer
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My hair is made of actual fire, you guys. Hayley Williams
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Deliberate violence is more to be quenched than a fire Heraclitus
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The phases of fire are craving and satiety.
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We put a President up there, and then we set fire to him because he's not solving all our problems. John Lennon
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My pigment is of the earth, and collecting my sacred fire from my solar plexus with the central sun of the earth. Jimmy Cliff
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They smell that fire and go bananas. Some of them can't handle the pressure of that kind of atmosphere. We've had many, many horses people don't see. Bill Durham
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There was no reason the fire would have started in the middle of the night like this. David Burns