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Every Day I Observe More And More The Folly Of Judging Of Others By Ourselves; And I Have So Much Trouble With Myself, And My Own Heart Is In Such Constant Agitation, That I Am Well Content To Let Others Pursue Their Own Course, If They Only Allow Me The Same Privilege.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Every Day I Observe

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Every Day I Observe More And More The Folly Of Judging Of Others By Ourselves; And I Have So Much Trouble With Myself, And My Own Heart Is In Such Constant Agitation, That I Am Well Content To Let Others Pursue Their Own Course, If They Only Allow Me The Same Privilege.

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