"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs."
"We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age Are they withered in the sod?"
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Source: '19 December 1835'
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