Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of… — Giuseppe Mazzini Copy Share Image
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The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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American eroticism has always been of a different provenance and complexion than the European variety, an enjoyment both furtive and bland that… — Molly Haskell Copy Share Image
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought… — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
At the time of Holy Communion I sometimes picture my soul under the figure of a little child of three or four… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
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