Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust. The end is gain, of course. Blessed are they that mourn, for theyshall be made strong, in fact. But the process is like all other human births, painful and long and dangerous.
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Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births.
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As the births of living creatures are at first ill-shapen, so are all innovations, which are the births of time.
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Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.
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As the births of living creatures, at first, are ill-shapen: so are all Innovations, which are the births of time.
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