But as she looked at his matted fur, his blood-soaked muzzle and chest, she couldn’t help but think: If this winter god, this walking rug, this one-eyed whining bear is the magical guardian of Russia, then Russia is going to have a very troubled future.

I&#39;m not trying to be some kind of underground renegade.

The more you love, the more you can love--and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.

It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong.

Written By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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