"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
"I leave you but the sound of many a word In mocking echoes haply overheard, I sang to heaven. My exile made me free, from world to world, from all worlds carried me."
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Source: George Santayana (1979). “The complete poems of George Santayana: a critical edition”, Associated Univ Pr
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