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When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the hours, the sequence of the years, the order of the heavenly host.
If only. But sometimes, in other seasons, almost.
our social personality is created by the thoughts of other people.
Worldly ambition was a thing which my grandmother was so little capable of feeling, or indeed of understanding, that it seemed to her futile to apply so much heat to its condemnation.
"inexhaustible torrent of fair forms,"
