Silently, one by one,in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment. There is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
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