Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, is that portentous phrase, "I told you so," uttered by friends, those prophets of the past.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good. Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
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