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True Elegance Becomes The More So As It Approaches Simplicity.

Nothing Can Compare In Beauty, And Wonder, And Admirableness, And Divinity Itself, To The Silent Work In Obscure Dwellings Of Faithful Women Bringing Their Children To Honor And Virtue And Piety.

There Never Was A Liar That Had Not A Spot In Him Where He Could Not Help Admiring Truth.

God Makes The Life Fertile By Disappointments, As He Makes The Ground Fertile By Frosts.

Self-contemplation Is Apt To End In Self-conceit.