Michel de Montaigne

My reason is not framed to bend or stoop; my knees are.

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So foul a sky clears not without a storm

Do not look where you fell, but where you slipped.

Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And…

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