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Today, People Often Make The American Mistake Of Confusing Acquaintances With Friends. The Former Are There To Share Life's Pleasures; Only The Latter Should Be Invited To Share One's Problems.

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If We Don't Respect The Past, We'll Find It Harder To Build A Future.

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