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"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?" – Helen Hunt Jackson
"The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched." – Henry David Thoreau, Walden
"Tout le monde se plaint de sa mémoire, et personne ne se plaint de son jugement." [Everyone complains about his memory, and no one complains about his judgment.] – François de La Rochefoucauld (1613 - 1680)
"A shadow may be infinitely dark, and also of infinite degrees of absence of darkness. The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness and may be…
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