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Youth Is A Perpetual Intoxication; It Is A Fever Of The Mind.

Fortune Turns All Things To The Advantage Of Those On Whom She Smiles.

We Do Not Lack Strength So Much As The Will To Use It; And Very Often Our Imagining That Things Are Impossible Is Nothing But An Excuse Of Our Own Contriving, To Reconcile Ourselves To Our Own Idleness.

Some People Resemble Ballads Which Are Only Sung For A Certain Time.

Generosity Is The Vanity Of Giving.