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It Was A Miracle; It Was All A Miracle: And One Ought To Have Known, From The Sufferings Of Saints, That Miracles Are Horror.

I Have Learned Since That Sometimes The Things We Want Most Are Impossible For Us. You May Long To Come Home, Yet Wander Forever.

People Give One Another Things That Can't Be Gift Wrapped.

A Truly Living Human Being Cannot Remain Neutral.

There's No Tiling Moral About Beauty.