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What You Want To Ignite In Others Must First Burn Inside Yourself.

Mademoiselle Is A Fairy," He Said, Whispering Mysteriously.

I Do Not Think, Sir, You Have Any Right To Command Me, Merely Because You Are Older Than I, Or Because You Have Seen More Of The World Than I Have; Your Claim To Superiority Depends On The Use You Have Made Of Your Time And Experience.

Happiness Quite Unshared Can Scarcely Be Called Happiness; It Has No Taste.

I Envy You Your Peace Of Mind, Your Clean Conscience, Your Unpolluted Memory. Little Girl, A Memory Without Blot Of Contamination Must Be An Exquisite Treasure-an Inexhaustible Source Of Pure Refreshment: Is It Not?