That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

You know, I&#39;m really not interested in someone telling me that something&#39;s good or bad.

The system has for its object an increase of persons that are to intervene between the producer and the consumer, living on the product of the land and labour of others, diminishing the power of the first, and increasing the number of the last.

Written By Henry Charles Carey

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