I am what I am: an individual, unique and different, with a lineal history of an ancestral promptings and urgings, a history of dreams, desires, and of special experiences, of all of which I am the sum total.
— Charlie Chaplin

Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul

The long-drawn virgin vales; the mild blue hill-sides; as over these there steals the hush, the hum; you almost swear that play-wearied children lie sleeping in these solitudes, in some glad May-time, when the flowers of the woods are plucked. And all this mixes with your most mystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way […]

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I don't know that, my little man; I never yet saw him kneel.

“I don’t think it so strange, after all, on that account,” said Flask. “If his leg were off at the hip, now, it would be a different thing. That would disable him; but he has one knee, and good part of the other left, you know.” “I don’t know that, my little man; I never […]

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The truth is incontrovertible. Panic may resent it, ignorance may deride it, malice may distort it, but there it is.

The aborigine, apparently uninjured, climbed quickly into the skiff.

Nobly the giant battled for his life, beating with his stone hatchet against the bony armor that covered that frightful carcass; but for all the damage he inflicted he might as well have struck with his open palm. At last I could endure no longer to sit supinely by while a fellowman was dragged down […]

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