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Obligations, Hatreds, Injuries; What Did I Expect My Memories To Be? I Was Forgetting Remorse. Now I Have A Complete Past.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.

Some Men Like To Make A Little Garden Out Of Life And Walk Down A Path

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.

Life Consists Of Nothing More Than The Happiness We Can Get Out Of It.