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I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.
We may stumble and fall but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle.
God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.
Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.
The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.
We may stumble and fall but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle.
God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.
Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.
The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.