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The Human Mind Has No More Power Of Inventing A New Value Than Of Planting A New Sun In The Sky Or A New Primary Color In The Spectrum.

There Is No Use In Talking As If Forgiveness Were Easy. For We Find That The Work Of Forgiveness Has To Be Done Over And Over Again.

It Is When We Notice The Dirt That God Is Most Present In Us; It Is The Very Sign Of His Presence.

She's The Sort Of Woman Who Lives For Others - You Can Tell The Others By Their Hunted Expression.

The Only Palliative Is To Keep The Clean Sea Breeze Of The Centuries Blowing Through Our Minds, And This Can Be Done Only By Reading Old Books.