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Solitude Has A Healing Consoler, Friend, Companion: It Is Work.

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

All Men Are Selfish, But The Vain Man Is In Love With Himself. He Admires, Like The Lover His Adored One, Everything Which To Others Is Indifferent.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

When You Have Discovered A Stain In Yourself, You Eagerly Seek For And Gladly Find Stains In Others.