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I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.

 Jimmy Dean

(via dezember-in-england)

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked,
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and…