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He Never Went Out Without A Book Under His Arm, And He Often Came Back With Two.

He Who Despairs Is Wrong.

Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter From The Human Face.

Nothing Awakens Reminiscence Like An Aroma.

The Peculiarity Of Sunrise Is To Make Us Laugh At All Our Terrors Of The Night, And Our Laugh Is Always Proportioned To The Fear We Have Had.