Robert Blair

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society. ↗

— Robert Blair

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Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between. ↗

— Robert Blair

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Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance. ↗

— Robert Blair

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Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay. ↗

— Robert Blair

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Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature. ↗

— Robert Blair

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Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious. ↗

— Robert Blair

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How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt. ↗

— Robert Blair

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The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness. ↗

— Robert Blair

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When it draws near to witching time of night. ↗

— Robert Blair

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