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It Is The Nature Of The Strong Heart, That Like The Palm Tree It Strives Ever Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

Self-love Is Better Than Any Gilding To Make That Seem Gorgeous Wherein Ourselves Be Parties.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

Commonly They Must Use Their Feet For Defense Whose Only Weapon Is Their Tongue.