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But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more
One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.
Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.
Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.
Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.
Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!
No man can lose what he never had.
No man can lose what he never had.
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.
