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What Do We Have In Common With The Rosebud, Which Trembles Because A Drop Of Dew Lies On Its Body?

It Is The Good War That Hallows Every Cause.

A Little Wisdom Is Indeed Possible; But This Blessed Security Have I Found In All Things, That They Prefer--to Dance On The Feet Of Chance.

Tolerance Is A Proof Of Distrust In One's Own Ideals.

If A Man Have A Strong Faith He Can Indulge In The Luxury Of Skepticism.