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Writing A Journal Means That Facing Your Ocean You Are Afraid To Swim Across It, So You Attempt To Drink It Drop By Drop.

Vanity Is The Most Despotic And Iniquitous Of Masters, And I Can Never Be The Slave Of My Own Vices.

The Lessons Of Experience Are Always Learned Too Late.

Art Speaks Only To The Mind, Whereas Nature Speaks To All The Faculties.

Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.