Apothegmata |
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With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable shall we use for it? It is like a grain of mustard seed, which, when sown upon the ground, is the smallest of all seeds on earth; yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs, and puts forth large branches, so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade. |
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The Gospel According To Mark, 4:30-32 | |
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You were born. And so you're free. So, Happy Birthday! |
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Laurie Anderson | |
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How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five? |
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William Blake | |
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Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we. |
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William Blake | |
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Victory is death. |
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Anonymous | |
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La comida no se niega a nadie |
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Anonymous graffito | |
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If not you, who? If not now, when? |
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Hillel | |
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