All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.
For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
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