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Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of Time.

O Love, When Thou Gettest Dominion Over Us, We May Bid Good-by To Prudence.

Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools In My Opinion.

Everyone Has His Faults Which He Continually Repeats: Neither Fear Nor Shame Can Cure Them.

Rare As Is True Love, True Friendship Is Rarer.