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The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

The Beauty Of Enmity Is Insecurity; The Beauty Of Friendship Is In Security.

The Way A Crow Shook Down On Me The Dust Of Snow From A Hemlock Tree Has Given My Heart A Change Of Mood And Saved Some Part Of A Day I Had Rued.

The Only Way Round Is Through.

One Of The Lies Would Make It Out That Nothing Ever Presents Itself Before Us Twice. Where Would We Be At Last If That Were So? Our Very Life Depends On Everything's Recurring Till We Answer From Within.