My father was a statesman, I am a political woman. My father was a saint. I am not.
Nothing good bursts forth all at once. The lightning may dart out of a black cloud; but the day sends his bright heralds before him, to prepare the world for his coming.
I don't want to get into extended conversations with people on MySpace, because there are friends I have extended conversations with every day.
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