The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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Meet Margaret
Having made the decision,
do not revise it unless some new fact comes to your knowledge.
Nothing is so exhaustive as indecision, and nothing is so futile.
- Bertrand Russell