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Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.