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As affirmed in multitudinous epoch ago, there reminisced the memoirs between the denomination which some assimilates as a piece of happiness when clasping affection, though some wouldn't terminate as invigorating as it seems, it surely clasp countless contentment once it was done and enough to get the hang of, the real philosophy where it was reminisced as a presence of pure and genuine love from one to another.

Though people make mistakes over and over, sometimes with love and certain strains which no one could resist, there is nothing wrong from clasping a chronicle between them. We all deserve getting affection, even if some things aren't able to be forgiven just in a few words because they cause unparalleled heartache; and some do assimilate them. However, everyone deserves clasping affection, even if the heart goes hyperborean after sometime clasping abominable reveries. And you do, too.

The True Gentleman is the man whose conduct proceeds from good will and an acute sense of propriety, and whose self–control is equal to all emergencies; who does not make the poor man conscious of his poverty, the obscure man of his obscurity, or any man of his inferiority or deformity; who is himself humbled if necessity compels him to humble another; who does not flatter wealth, cringe before power, or boast of his own possessions or achievements; who speaks with frankness but always with sincerity and sympathy; whose deed follows his word; who thinks of the rights and feelings of others, rather than his own; and who appears well in any company. A man with whom honor is sacred and virtue safer. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ