The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.

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Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.

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There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble.

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Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven

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He who would greatly deserve must greatly dare.

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Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.

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The tongue is the only instrument that gets sharper with use.

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Enthusiasts soon understand each other.

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He who thinks much says but little in proportion to his thoughts. He selects that language which will convey his ideas in the most explicit and direct manner. He tries to compress as much thought as possible into a few words. On the contrary, the man who talks everlastingly and promiscuously, who seems to have an exhaustless magazine of sound, crowds so many words into his thoughts that he always obscures, and very frequently conceals them.

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There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.

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