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Alas! We Makea Ladder Of Our Thoughts, Where Angels Step,but Sleep Ourselves At The Foot: Our High Resolveslook Down Upon Our Slumbering Acts.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

I Have No Parting Sigh To Give, So Take My Parting Smile.

Few Save The Poor Feel For The Poor.

Praise Is Sometimes A Good Thing For The Diffident And The Despondent. It Teaches Them Properly To Rely On The Kindness Of Others.