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There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Age: 78 †
Born: 1803
Born: May 25
Died: 1882
Died: April 27
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R. W. Emerson
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