Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
I go to Prague every year if I can, value my relationships there like gold, and feel myself in a sense Czech, with all their hopes and needs. They are a people I not only love, but admire.
Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.
Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.
There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.
Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.
To have faith in Divine protection is good, but even beter if backed by the pratical assistance heaven has a right to expect from sensible mortals.
Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.
It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.
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