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Talents, to strike the eye of posterity, should be concentrated. Rays, powerless while they are scattered, burn in a point.

Robert Aris Willmott

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Robert Aris Willmott
Age: 54 †
Born: 1809
Born: January 1
Died: 1863
Died: January 1
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