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Alexander Smith, a Scottish poet (1830-1867)
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.
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