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Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

That Is The Great Mistake About The Affections. It Is Not The Rise And Fall Of Empires, The Birth And Death Of Kings, Or The Marching Of Armies That Move Them Most. When They Answer From Their Depths, It Is To The Domestic Joys And Tragedies Of Life.

Events That Are Predestined Require But Little Management. They Manage Themselves. They Slip Into Place While We Sleep, And Suddenly We Are Aware That The Thing We Fear To Attempt, Is Already Accomplished.

Once Suspicion Is Aroused, Every Thing Feeds It.