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The Fear Of Old Age Disturbs Us, Yet We Are Not Certain Of Becoming Old.

It Would Be A Kind Of Ferocity To Reject Indifferently All Sorts Of Praise. One Should Be Glad To Have That Which Comes From Good Men Who Praise In Sincerity Things That Are Really Praiseworthy.

The Sweetest Of All Sounds Is That Of The Voice Of The Woman We Love.

The Highest Reach Of A News-writer Is An Empty Reasoning On Policy, And Vain Conjectures On The Public Management.

Great Things Astonish Us, And Small Dishearten Us. Custom Makes Both Familiar.