I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still? Bless me! It's a daffodil!
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Take that Poppy seed, for instance: it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardlyvisible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.
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There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
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In an autocracy, one person has his way; in an aristocracy a few people have their way; in a democracy, no one has his way.
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The remarkable thing about the human mind is its range of limitations.
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The way to do research is to attack the facts at the point of greatest astonishment.
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