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The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.Jean Cocteau
It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.Modesty is the handmaid of virtue.Our passions and principles are steady in frenzy; but begin to shift and waver, as we return to reason.