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Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

William C. Bryant

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A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
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Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
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A melancholy sound is in the air, A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.
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All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
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