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The real wealth of a nation grows from its soil.
The moment eternal—just that and nothing more.
I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.
The work of art is a whisper of the absolute.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.