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Your Father, Jo. He Never Loses Patience, Never Doubts Or Complains, But Always Hopes, And Works And Waits So Cheerfully That One Is Ashamed To Do Otherwise Before Him.

...and Clung More Closely To The Dear Human Love, From Which Our Father Never Means Us To Be Weaned, But Through Which He Draws Us Closer To Himself.

Rome Took All The Vanity Out Of Me; For After Seeing The Wonders There, I Felt Too Insignificant To Live, And Gave Up All My Foolish Hopes In Despair.

I Want To Be Great, Or Nothing. I Won't Be A Commonplace Dauber, So I Don't Intend To Try Any More.

Men Are Always Ready To Die For Us, But Not To Make Our Lives Worth Having. Cheap Sentiment And Bad Logic.