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Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.
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It is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.
- James Russell Lowell