Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm
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Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
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Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
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Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
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Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Àΰ£ÀÇ °¨Á¤Àº ´Ã ¼ø¼öÇÏ°í, ¸¸³²°ú À̺°ÀÇ ½Ã°£¿¡ Ç×»ó °¡Àå ºû³´Ù.
A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another.
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-Jean Paul-
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