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‎it Has Ever Been My Fate To Give Pain To Those Whose Happiness I Should Have Promoted.

The Phrases That Men Hear Or Repeat Continually, End By Becoming Convictions And Ossify The Organs Of Intelligence.

Forget Not That The Man Who Cannot Enjoy His Own Natural Gifts In Silence, And Find His Reward In The Exercise Of Them, Will Generally Find Himself Badly Off.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Visionary. How Many Pass Away And Leave No Trace Behind! How Few Yield Any Fruit,--and The Fruit Itself, How Rarely Does It Ripen! And Yet There Are Flowers Enough; And Is It Not Strange, My Friend, That We Should Suffer The Little That Does Really Ripen To Rot, Decay, And Perish Unenjoyed?

Reason Can Never Be Popular. Passions And Feelings May Become Popular, But Reason Will Always Remain The Sole Property Of A Few Eminent Individuals.