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The immense success of our life, is I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.

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What the fissure through which one sees disaster? The circle is unbroken; the harmony complete. Here is the central rhythm; here the common mainspring. I watch it expand, contract; and then expand again. Yet I am not included.
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