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How Is It Possible For One To Own The Stars?" "to Whom Do They Belong?" The Businessman Retorted, Peevishly. "i Don't Know. To Nobody.

We Understand … That What Constitutes The Dignity Of A Craft Is That It Creates A Fellowship, That It Binds Men Together And Fashions For Them A Common Language.

The Arms Of Love Encompass You With Your Present, Your Past, Your Future, The Arms Of Love Gather You Together.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Don't Drum Up People To Collect Wood And Don't Assign Them Tasks And Work, But Rather Teach Them To Long For The Endless Immensity Of The Sea.

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind