None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and… — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
How silent, how spacious, what room for all, yet without place to insert an atom--in graceful succession, in equal fullness, in balanced… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
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