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Danh ngôn của Christian Nestell Bovee (Sứ mệnh: 3)

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
When all else is lost, the future still remains.
Courage enlarges, cowardice diminishes resources. In desperate straits the fears of the timid aggravate the dangers that imperil the brave.
No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.
Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.
A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.
Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music.
Our first and last love is self-love.