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We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.

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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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