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Win As If You Were Used To It, Lose As If You Enjoyed It For A Change.

And What Greater Calamity Can Fall Upon A Nation Than The Loss Of Worship.

Every Moment Instructs, And Every Object; For Wisdom Is Infused Into Every Form. It Has Been Poured Into Us As Blood; It Convulsed Us As Pain; It Slid Into Us As Pleasure; It Enveloped Us In Dull, Melancholy Days, Or In Days Of Cheerful Labor; We Did Not Guess Its Essence Until After Long Time.

It Does Not Hurt Weak Eyes To Look Into Beautiful Eyes Never So Long.

A Nation, Like A Tree, Does Not Thrive Well Till It Is Engraffed With A Foreign Stock.