Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds, will continue in others.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
If you want to succeed you should strike out on new paths, rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success.