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Contentment With Our Lot Is An Element Of Happiness.

If These Town Gods Can't Detect The Thieves Who Steal From Their Own Temples, It's Hardly Likely They'll Tell Me Who Stole My Spade.

No Act Of Kindness, No Matter How Small, Is Ever Wasted.

The Unhappy Derive Comfort From The Misfortunes Of Others.

Children Are Not To Be Blamed For The Faults Of Their Parents.