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If God Had Intended That Man Should Go Backward, He Would Have Given Him Eyes In The Back Of His Head.

The Greatest Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved; Loved For Ourselves, Or Rather, Loved In Spite Of Ourselves.

Success Is A Very Hideous Thing. Its False Resemblance To Merit Deceives Men.

Art Moves. Hence Its Civilizing Power.

And, Moreover, When It Happens That Both Are Sincere And Good, Nothing Will Mix And Amalgamate More Easily Than An Old Priest And An Old Soldier. In Reality, They Are The Same Kind Of Man. One Has Devoted Himself To Country Upon Earth, The Other To His Country In Heaven; There Is No Other Difference.