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" Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. "

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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" Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim. "

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