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For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.

Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra; For Every One That Dies, Two Are Born.

How Surely A Knowledge Of The World Hardens The Heart!

But Whether It Be Dream Or Truth, To Do Well Is What Matters. If It Be Truth, For Truth's Sake. If Not, Then To Gain Friends For The Time When We Awaken.