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An habitual sadness seizes upon the soul, and the faculties are chained to a single object, which can never be contemplated but with hopeless uneasiness.
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An habitual sadness seizes upon the soul, and the faculties are chained to a single object, which can never be contemplated but with hopeless uneasiness.
Native deformity cannot be rectified, a dead friend cannot return, and the hours of youth trifled away in folly, or lost in sickness, cannot be restored.
A false and a childish sorrow is appeased with as false and as childish a revenge.
A wise man gives way to tears in some cases, and cannot avoid them in others.
Better far this nameless void that stops my life than a sea of sorrow for you.
Well sped, my boy, before the world had dubbed your ambition insolence, had held your ideals unattainable, and taught you to cringe and bow.
We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.
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