That it shall never come again is what makes life so sweet

The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months!

It's a whole new year. Last year has nothing to do with this year. I don't carry that with me.

A bird sang sweet and strongIn the top of the highest tree,He said, "I pour out my heart in songFor the summer that soon shall be."But deep in the shady wood,Another bird sang, "I pourMy heart on the solemn solitudeFor the springs that return no more."

I told our guys this is a new year and a new team. That was in the past. This is your team and this is the first time you've played them.

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.