#Lincoln in the Bardo

All men labor under some impingements on their freedom; none is absolutely at liberty.

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His mind was freshly inclined toward sorrow; toward the fact that the world was full of sorrow; that everyone labored under

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He never appeared ugly to me, for his face, beaming with boundless kindness and benevolence towards mankind, had the stamp

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Having come so close to losing everything, I am freed now of all fear, hesitation, and timidity, and, once revived, intend

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When a child is lost there is no end to the self-torment a parent may inflict. When we love, and the object of our love

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I had such high hopes, you see. The boundaries of the world seemed vast. I would visit Rome, Paris, Constantinople.

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