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Ability grows in peace, character in the current of affairs.

Polly, January 31, 2013

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And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.

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“It is very important to generate a good attitude, a good heart, as much as possible. From this, happiness in both the short term and the long term for both yourself and others will come.”

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