WednesdayApr 02, 2025
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My love came back to me Under the November tree Shelterless and dim. He put his hand upon my shoulder, He did not think me strange or older, Nor I, him.
Propaganda is that branch of the art of lying which consists in nearly deceiving your friends without quite deceiving your enemies.
Every public action which is not customary, either is wrong or, if it is right, is a dangerous precedent. It follows that nothing should ever be done for the first time.
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