There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.

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Nothing happens unless first we dream.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us and only for those who were willing to fail are th

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

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