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Compassion Brings Us To A Stop, And For A Moment We Rise Above Ourselves.

Most Bad Luck Is The Misfortune Of Not Being An Exception.

Whatever Is Spoken Of Acquires A Certain Existence.

Talent Shuffles The Deck. Genius Brings A New Deck.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.