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There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth’s burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.

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She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed–necessary but scarcely noticed.
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Air Breathe Life Necessary Notice Scarce
He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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Clear Himself Sunshine Weather
Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.
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Fortune Prize Road Shadow Win
A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.
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Boredom Conscience Irritate Morals
If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.
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Life Live Person Poverty War
Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.
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Bridge Comfortable Eyes Language Widow
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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Clear Couch
When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster. I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That’s the story.
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Disaster Face Myself Reason See Story
Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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Conversation Existence Taste
By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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Addiction Choice Discover Eat Habit Nature Place
No friendship is an accident.
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Accident Friendship
It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
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Ourselves Road Travel Way
Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
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Artist Author Drawing Literature Young
A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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Art Himself Respect Time
This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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Fair Move Soul Wire
East is East, and West is San Francisco, according to Californians. Californians are a race of people; they are not merely inhabitants of a State.
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Ethnicity Identity Race State

There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth’s burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.

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There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth’s burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.

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