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In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in the dark wood where the true way was wholly lost

The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others

We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes

Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society

It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility; they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it