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Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.

Jean Antoine Petit-Senn

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Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
Born: 1792
Born: April 6
Poet
Adversity
Towards
Makes
Others
Indulgent
Renders
Severe

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