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Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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All things come round to him who will but wait.
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Resolve and thou art free.
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There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
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The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
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The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
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Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
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The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
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