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1. Always Wait Between Books For The Springs To Fill Up And Flow Over. 2. Always Preserve Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reveries. 3. Always, And As Far As It Is Possible, Endeavor To Touch Life On Every Side; But Keep The Central Vision Of The Mind, The Inmost Light, Untouched And Untouchable.

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1. Always Wait Between Books For The Springs To Fill Up And Flow Over. 2. Always Preserve Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reveries. 3. Always, And As Far As It Is Possible, Endeavor To Touch Life On Every Side; But Keep The Central Vision Of The Mind, The Inmost Light, Untouched And Untouchable.

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