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No Soul Of High Estate Can Take Pleasure In Slander. It Betrays A Weakness.

The Weather And My Mood Have Little Connection. I Have My Foggy And My Fine Days Within Me; My Prosperity Or Misfortune Has Little To Do With The Matter.

We Run Carelessly To The Precipice, After We Have Put Something Before Us To Prevent Us Seeing It.

That A Religion May Be True, It Must Have Knowledge Of Our Nature.

He Who Does Not Know His Way To The Sea Should Take A River For His Guide.