My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellow`s grave nor the glass flowers at Harvard. Self reliant like the cat — that takes its prey to privacy, the mouse`s limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth — they sometimes enjoy solitude, and can be robbed of speech by speech which has delighted them. The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint." Nor was he insincere in saying, "`Make my house your inn`." Inns are not residences.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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