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If you want a peaceful place to dwell Cold Mountain is guaranteed forever A light wind blows softly in the pines The… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
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Theologians talk about a prevenient grace that precedes grace itself and allows us to accept it. I think there must also be… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
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“You see, writers traveling to Southeast Asia visit indigenous communities. No writing quest will be complete without some cross-cultural comparisons. This exercise… — Merlin Franco Copy Share Image
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“since the Depression, we bankers have had the leisure and . . . solitude, you might say, to think about the future. The Civil War… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
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What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image