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Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window Pane. We See Truth Through It But It Divides Us From Truth.

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

Of Life's Two Chief Prizes, Beauty And Truth, I Found The First In A Loving Heart And The Second In A Laborer's Hand.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass That Is Loaded With Books.