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Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah! He Is Soon Alone.

A Word Spoken Is A Terrible Thing When It Suddenly Utters What The Heart Has Long Allowed.

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!

God Could Cause Us Considerable Embarrassment By Revealing All The Secrets Of Nature To Us: We Should Not Know What To Do For Sheer Apathy And Boredom.

A Man Who Cannot Command Himself Will Always Be A Slave.