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Affection is catching All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall then be grown up He Would Have Been Forty Now How many things have not people been proud of I am not wandering through life, I am marching on I do not accept the hypothesis of a world made for us I would give two summers for a single autumn In his future arrange laurels for a little crown for your own It (science) dreams, too; it supposes Learned to love others by embracing their own children Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded Man is but one of the links of an immense chain Recollection of past dangers to increase the present joy Respect him so that he may respect you Shelter himself in the arms of the weak and recover courage The future promises, it is the present that pays The future that is rent away The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime Their love requires a return Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed Ties which unite parents to children are broken To love is a great deal—To know how to love is everything We are simple to this degree, that we do not think we are When time has softened your grief