I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage — unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp. Jean Giraudoux
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  1. Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
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