American author22 February 1820 — 1904
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Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.
Kindness is a language the dumb can speak and the deaf can hear and understand.
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