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The Ideal Life
The ideal life is in our blood and will never be
still.
Sad is the day for any man when he becomes
contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the
deeds he is doing.
And sad is the day when there is not forever beating
at the doors of a man’s soul some great desire to do
something more substantial, which he knows he is
meant and made to do.
Words
Words convey the mental treasures of one
period to the generations that follow, and laden within
this, their precious freight.
They sail safely across gulfs of time in which empires
have suffered shipwreck, and the languages of
ordinary life have sunk into oblivion.
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