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Quote by Marguerite Blessington
Genius is the gold in the mine; talent is the miner who works and

Genius is the gold in the mine; talent is the miner who works and brings it out. – Marguerite Blessington

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Tears fell from my eyes–yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed. – Marguerite Blessington

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Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Kavanagh: A Tale, 1849

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