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Every great person is always being helped by everybody for their g

Every great person is always being helped by everybody for their gift is to get good out of all things and all persons. – John Ruskin

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All great and beautiful work has come of first gazing without shrinking into the darkness. – John Ruskin

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Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light. – John Ruskin

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One of the great attractions of patriotism – it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, whats more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous. – Aldous Huxley

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The great fun in my life has been getting up every morning and rushing to the typewriter because some new idea has hit me. – Ray Bradbury

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A battle lost or won is easily described, understood, and appreciated, but the moral growth of a great nation requires reflection, as well as observation, to appreciate it. – Frederick Douglass

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Abuse of words has been the great instrument of sophistry and chicanery, of party, faction, and division of society. – John Adams

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