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Time Itself Is An Individual Gift. It Is Wise To Cherish It Carefully And Give It Away Generously.

We Allow Our Ignorance To Prevail Upon Us And Make Us Think We Can Survive Alone, Alone In Patches, Alone In Groups, Alone In Races, Even Alone In Genders.

There Is No Greater Agony Than Bearing An Untold Story Inside You.

To Grow Up Is To Stop Putting Blame On Parents.

Listen Carefully To What Country People Call Mother Wit. In Those Homely Sayings Are Couched The Collective Wisdom Of Generations.