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For I Have Been A Man, And That Means To Have Been A Fighter.

Everyone Believes In His Youth That The World Really Began With Him, And That All Merely Exists For His Sake.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

Happy The Man Who Early Learns The Wide Chasm That Lies Between His Wishes And His Powers.

Shakespeare Is Dangerous To Young Poets; They Cannot But Reproduce Him, While They Fancy That They Produce Themselves.