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Happiness Is A Sunbeam Which May Pass Through A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray; Nay, When It Strikes On A Kindred Heart, Like The Converged Light On A Mirror, It Reflects Itself With Redoubled Brightness. It Is Not Perfected Till It Is Shared.

To Be Truly And Really Independent Is To Support Ourselves By Our Own Exertions.

None Are Fit Judges Of Greatness But Those Who Are Capable Of It.

Be Shocking, Be Daring, Be Bold, Be Passionate.

Self-love Leads Men Of Narrow Minds To Measure All Mankind By Their Own Capacity.