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01
  knowledge and Virtue
  Knowledge is one thing, virtue is another;
  good sense is not conscience, refinement is not humility,
  nor is largeness and justness of view faith.
  Philosophy, however enlightened, however profound,
  gives no command over the passions, no influential motives, no vivifying principles.
  Liberal Education makes not the Christian, not the Catholic, but the gentleman.
  It is well to be a gentleman,
  it is well to have a cultivated intellect, a delicate taste,
  a candid, equitable, dispassionate mind,
  a noble and courteous bearing in the conduct of life
  —these are the connatural qualities of a large knowledge;
  they are the objects of a University.
  I am advocating, I shall illustrate and insist upon them;
  but still, I repeat, they are no guarantee for sanctity or even for conscientiousness,
  and they may attach to the man of the world, to the profligate,
  to the heartless, pleasant, alas, and attractive as he shows when decked out in them.
  Taken by themselves, they do but seem to be what they are not;
  they look like virtue at a distance, but they are detected by close observers, and in the long run;
  and hence it is that they are popularly accused of pretense and hypocrisy,
  not, I repeat, from their own fault,
  but because their professors and their admirers persist in taking them for what they are not,
  and are officious in arrogating for them a praise to which they have no claim.
  Quarry the granite rock with razors, or moor the vessel with a thread of silk,
  then may you hope with such keen and delicate instruments as human knowledge
  and human reason to contend against those giants,the passion and the pride of man.

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02
  “Packing” a Person
  A person, like a commodity, needs packaging. But going too far is absolutely undesirable. A little exaggeration, however, does no harm when it shows the person's unique qualities to their advantage. To display personal charm in a casual and natural way, it is important for one to have a clear knowledge of oneself. A master packager knows how to integrate art and nature without any traces of embellishment, so that the person so packaged is no commodity but a human being, lively and lovely. A young person, especially a female, radiant with beauty and full of life, has all the favor granted by God. Any attempt to make up would be self-defeating. Youth, however, comes and goes in a moment of doze. Packaging for the middle-aged is primarily to conceal the furrows ploughed by time. If you still enjoy life's exuberance enough to retain self-confidence and pursue pioneering work, you are unique in your natural qualities, and your charm and grace will remain. Elderly people are beautiful if their river of life has been, through plains, mountains and jungles, running its course as it should. You have really lived your life which now arrives at a complacent stage of serenity indifferent to fame or wealth. There is no need to resort to hair-dyeing; the snow-capped mountain is itself a beautiful scene of fairyland. Let your looks change from young to old synchronizing with the natural ageing process so as to keep in harmony with nature, for harmony itself is beauty, while the other way round will only end in unpleasantness. To be in the elder's company is like reading a thick book of deluxe edition that fascinates one so much as to be reluctant to part with. As long as one finds where one stands, one knows how to package oneself, just as a commodity establishes its brand by the right packaging.

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03
  A Little Girl
  Sitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl.
  With her head bent back she was gazing up at the sky and singing,
  while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud
  that hovered like a golden feather above her head.
  The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her glossy hair,
  gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black.
  So completely absorbed was she in watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addressed,
  that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her.
  Over her head, high up in the blue,
  a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzy cloud was singing, as if in rivalry.
  As I slowly approached the child,
  I could see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl,
  and especially by her complexion, that she uncommonly lovely.
  Her eyes, which at one moment seemed blue-gray, at another violet,
  were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way,
  and these matched in hue her eyebrows,
  and the tresses that were tossed about her tender throat were quivering in the sunlight.
  All this I did not take in at once;
  for at first I could see nothing but those quivering, glittering, changeful eyes turned up into my face.
  Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full-lipped mouth,
  grew upon me as I stood silently gazing.
  Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty than had ever come to me in my loveliest dreams of beauty.
  Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.

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