Aid my disillusionment, my friend!
...The silent reminiscence of hardships departed, is sweeter than the presence of delight.
Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!
Honor lies in the mane of a horse.
Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.
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