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The Eternal Feminine Draws Us On High.

With Knowledge Comes More Doubt.

This World Could Not Exist If It Were Not So Simple. The Ground Has Been Tilled A Thousand Years, Yet Its Powers Remain Ever The Same; A Little Rain, A Little Sun, And Each Spring It Grows Green Again.

What We Don't Understand We Don't Possess.

The Best Benefit We Derive From History Is The Enthusiasm It Excites.