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That Old Man Dies Prematurely Whose Memory Records No Benefits Conferred. They Only Have Lived Long Who Have Lived Virtuously.

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

The Heart That Is Conscious Of Its Own Integrity Is Ever Slow To Credit Another´s Treachery.

Conscience Has No More To Do With Gallantry Than It Has With Politics.

Our Memories Are Independent Of Our Wills.