In France, the people were the sport of a king's caprice. Everywhere was the shadow of the Bastille. It fell upon the sunniest field, upon the happiest home.
Whenever I hear that I'm on the brink of stardom, I feel like I want to run into a cave.
Ignoring a child's disrespect is the surest guarantee that it will continue.
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