Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. A little sunshine is generally the prelude to a storm.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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