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Nothing More Strongly Marks The Insufficiency Of Luxuries Than The Ease With Which People Grow Accustomed To Them; They Are Rather Known By Their Want Than By Their Presence. The Word 'blasé' Has Been Coined Expressly For The Use Of The Upper Classes.

Few Save The Poor Feel For The Poor.

A Blossom Full Of Promise Is Life's Joy, That Never Comes To Fruit. Hope, For A Time, Suns The Young Floweret In Its Gladsome Light, And It Looks Flourishing--a Little While-- 't Is Pass'd, We Know Not Whither, But 't Is Gone.

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.

Fame Is Bought By Happiness.