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Every Day Has Its Great Grief Or Its Small Anxiety. ... One Cloud Is Dispelled, Another Forms. There Is Hardly One Day In A Hundred Of Real Joy And Bright Sunshine.

The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop

Nothing Is More Imminent Than The Impossible . . . What We Must Always Foresee Is The Unforeseen.

There Is Such A Thing As The Pressure Of Darkness.

What Dangers You Run, O Noble Souls! Often, You Give Your Heart, But We Take Only Your Body. Your Heart Is Left To You And You Look At It In The Shadows And Shudder.