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It Would Be A Colorless World If Each Individual Did Not Secretly Believe Himself Superior To Almost Everyone Else.

Every Cloud Has Its Silver Lining But It Is Sometimes A Little Difficult To Get It To The Mint.

Most Of The People Living In New York Have Come Here From The Far To Try To Make Enough Money To Go Back To The Farm

Publishing A Volume Of Verse Is Like Dropping A Rose Petal Down The Grand Canyon And Waiting For The Echo.