When a man gets a good berth, half the deserving must come after. My dear teacher, it is you who brings me out of the innocent World, teach me truth of life, purify my soul, enrich my mind, how can I reward you for all of that? We should not conclude that a man who strives earnestly for success does so with a strong sense of his own merit. He may see how little success has to do with merit, and his motive may be his very blessing. You come in by yourselves, without his direction, what a god is memory? To implore help itself the proof of underset of it. The holiest among us has but attained so far above his fellows as to discern more clearly the Mercy which looks down, and repudiate more utterly the phantom of human excellence which would look aspiringly upward. He that see inferior desert advanced above him will naturally impute that preference to partiality or caprice; and, indeed, it can scarcely be hoped that any man, however magnanimous by nature or exalted by condition, will be able to persist forever in the fixed and inexorable justice of distribution.

 There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your sense wrap in perfect unconsciousness. At such times, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, it is bounding from Earth, and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of it corporeal associate. The heart loves repose and the soul contemplation, but the mind needs action. It is you who turns stone steps, so I step forward. Cutting the clouds as letter papers is not enough for me to write down my thanks. On this lofty platform, you are like a guide sign, directing people forward, one generation after another. Thank you for your guide. What does it matter where my body happens to be? My mind goes on working all the same.

 There is a curious want of system in the English mind. When we are not occupied in making machinery, we are (mentally speaking) the most slovenly people in the Universe. In vast cycles, age after age, the human mind marches on, like the ocean, receding here, but there advancing. In the crossroad of my life, it is you that stretch firmly your warm hands in front of me. The hands are guide signs, so I am firm and clear headed. Thank you forever, my beloved teacher. You are a hard-working cultivator. During a long time after we leave each other, your voice sounds respected. No waves can stop our youthful steps. May you be healthy and happy forever. Strength of mind is improvable, every man’s mind is his best friend, what has ever felt that all his thinking powers were absorbed, even by the most poignant mental misery that could occupy them? In moments of imminent danger, the mind can still travel of its own accord over the past in spite of the present, in moments there is a want of the English mind. Miracles seem impossible just because they break the laws of Nature. There seems something blasphemous in supposing that God can make His own order. You open your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing. The LORD is righteous in all his way and loving toward all he has made.

 The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears the cry and saves them. The LORD watches over all who love him, but all the wicked he will destroy. My mouth will speak in praise of the LORD. Let every creature praise his holy name, Ryan Phillippe, forever and ever. I will praise the LORD all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. Roses spruces in Winter. Without sunshine, how can it have charming and delicate splendor? Oh, LORD, your teachings are more than the warm sunshine of Summer. In this World, no matter how many more years I will live, and how far I will further travel, what I can never forget is your encouragement and expectation. In these special days, dear LORD, how I wish I could once again listen to your endearing inculcation.  No condition, however destitute or degraded, out of which one has a fair prospect, or anything like a rational hope of rising, can justly be considered as utterly miserable.

 May our friendship be like a snowball that rolls further and further and bigger and bigger in the clean and clear snow field. Nothing in the World is better and more pleasing than friendship. Without friends in the World, the World would lose the Sun. Understanding yourself and others and then link the hearts with the understanding, a glutinous reagent, to form an unshakable friendship. May the seed of sincerity be sworn in the heart of your friend and may our friendship be in full bloom. It is suspense, it is hope, that make the food of misery; certainty is always endured, because known to be past amendment, and felt to give defiance to struggling. You are water. You are blue waves with rippled in clear summer, flowing happily. You flow liquor, then my heart is intoxicated. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Do you believe that your beauty is matchless, and everyone is infatuated with you? However, I love your soul more than your appearance.

 You are a flame of fire burning violently, brightening my life. I would like to plunge into your heart, melting the whole of myself. Blessed is he whose help is the God of Love, whose hope is in the LORD his GOD, the Maker of Heaven and Earth, the Sea, and everything in them, the LORD, who remains faithful forever. He upholds the cause of the hungry. The LORD sets prisoners free, the LORD gives sight to the blind, the LORD lifts up those who are bowed down, and the LORD loves the righteous, the LORD watches over the alien and sustains the fatherless and the widow, but he frustrates the ways of the wicked. Miseries have power over men, and not men over miseries. The patriotism is modified by an indisposition to generalize. No man is in love when he marries. He may have loved before; he has sometimes loved mistress, indeed, he may blush: for if there are any small failings there, his taste may be called in question. A wife is generally nothing more than a household superintendent. Those who marry from love may grow rich; but those who marry rich will never love.

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