As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.
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I am sure it is one's duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one's own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.
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One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.
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People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.
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The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears.
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