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Grace Is The Outcome Of Inward Harmony.

Oh Happy Pessimists! What A Joy It Is To Them To Be Able To Prove Again And Again That There Is No Joy.

Not Reading A Beautiful Book Again Because You've Already Read It, That Is, As If You Were Not Visiting A Dear Friend Again Because You Know Him Already.

Those Who Know Nothing Must Believe Everything.

Nowadays People Are Born To Find Fault. When They Look At Achilles, They See Only His Heel.