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Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.

True Or False, That Which Is Said Of Men Often Occupies As Important A Place In Their Lives, And Above All In Their Destinies, As That Which They Do.

Nothing Can Be Sadder Or More Profound Than To See A Thousand Things For The First And Last Time.

It Is Only Barbarous Nations Who Have A Sudden Growth After A Victory

The Spirit Of God, Like The Sun, Always Gives All Its Light At Once. The Spirit Of Man Resembles The Pale Moon, Which Has Its Phases, Its Absences And Its Returns, Its Lucidity And Its Spots, Its Fullness And Its Disappearance, Which Borrows All Its Light From The Rays Of The Sun, And Which Still Dares To Intercept Them On Occasion.