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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

— Mary Oliver, Starlings in Winter

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.

— Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

— E. E. Cummings

There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.

— Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

— Edith Wharton

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

— Khalil Gibran
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