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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.

— Emily Dickinson

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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.

It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

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