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Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.