What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?

Oh, I wish I were a miser; being a miser must be so occupying.

Dormir es distraerse del universo, y la distracción es difícil para quien sabe que lo persiguen con espadas desnudas.

Your patience would fail you if I should continue to relate all the disrespectful speeches and treatment which your servants have been obliged to listen to and patiently to bear.

Written By Peter Stuyvesant

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