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Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

I Have Plenty Of Machinery Around Me; What I Really Need Is A More Enchanting World In Which To Live And Work.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.

Finding The Right Work Is Like Discovering Your Own Soul In The World.

Go Where We May, Rest Where We Will, Eternal London Haunts Us Still.