“ Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion. ”
- Samuel Johnson- Copy
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“ We shall keep our horizon perfectly, absolutely, crystallinely open, ready every day for the scouring gales of impulse. ”
- John Mistletoe- Copy
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