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"The happy Warrior is he who, doomed to go in company with pain, and fear, and bloodshed, miserable train turns his necessity to glorious gain; in face of these doth exercise a power which is our human nature's highest dower: controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves of their bad influence, and their good receives: by objects, which might force the soul to abate her feeling, rendered more compassionate; is placable- because occasions rise so often that demand such sacrifice; more skillful in self-knowledge, even more pure, as tempted more; more able to endure, as more exposed to suffering and distress; thence, also, more alive to tenderness."
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"We can overcome the uncertainties in life with courage and hope."

"It's too risky", said doubters. "It's too difficult", said scoffers. "It's pointless", said mockers. "It's impossible", said haters. "It's already done", said believers."

"Fear is not respect. It is but a conniving, little weasel next to that mighty lion. They are a far, far cry from the same animal."

"A mighty storm is inconsequential when facing a mighty ship."

"Someone asked me if I was afraid to write my memoirs. I told him: 'We have to stop drawing up accounts of fear! We live in a society in which people are allowed to tell their story, and that is what I do.'"
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"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come."

"The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love."

"That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love."

"I listen'd, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more."

"The eye--it cannot choose but see;We cannot bid the ear be still;Our bodies feel, where'er they be,Against or with our will."

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
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