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It Is A Great Pleasure To Transport One's-self Into The Spirit Of The Times; To See How A Wise Man Has Thought Before Us, And To What A Glorious Height We Have At Last Carried It.

We Are Our Own Aptest Deceiver.

The World Remains Ever The Same.

It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The Most Trifling Thing To Which We Have Been Accustomed.

Do Not Hurry; Do Not Rest.