Our passions are like convulsion fits which though they make us stronger for a time leave us the weaker ever after.

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Health consists with temperance alone.

Health consists with temperance alone.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels angels would be gods. Aspiring to be

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods if angels fell, aspiring to be angels men rebel.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance and men must walk at least before they dance.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk at least before they dance.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

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