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The More Keenly We Are Awake To The Perils Of Life, The Higher And Grander Is The Possibility Of Being Truly Brave.

For Those Who Love... Time Is Eternity.

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

A Little While The Rose, And After That The Thorn; An Hour Of Dewy Morn, And Then The Glamour Goes. Ah, Love In Beauty Born, A Little While The Rose!

Every Country-or At Least Every Country That Is Fit For Habitation-has Its Own Rivers; And Every River Has Its Own Quality; And It Is The Part Of Wisdom To Know And Love As Many As You Can, Seeing Each In The Fairest Possible Light, And Receiving From Each The Best That It Has To Give.