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We Do Not Mind Our Not Arriving Anywhere Nearly So Much As Our Not Having Any Company On The Way.

Cast Your Cares On God; That Anchor Holds.

You Cannot Find, Make Or Understand True Friendship Without Having Enemies.

As Wounded Men May Limp Through Life, So Our War Minds May Not Regain The Balance Of Their Thoughts For Decades.

Politics Is A Place Of Humble Hopes And Strangely Modest Requirements, Where All Are Good Who Are Not Criminal And All Are Wise Who Are Not Ridiculously Otherwise.