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Neither a lofty degree of intelligence, nor imagination,
nor both together, go to the making of genius.
Love, love, love,
that is the soul of genius.
-Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Austrian child prodigy, composer
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it
and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'
-The Talmud, Jewish Holy Book
Each friend represents a world in us,
a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting
that a new world is born.
-Anais Nin, French / American writer