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Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

Of Writing Many Books There Is No End.

Foolishness And Criticism Are So Apt, Do So Naturally Go Together!

Yes, I Answered You Last Night; No, This Morning, Sir, I Say: Colors Seen By Candle-light Will Not Look The Same By Day.

A Great Acacia, With Its Slender Trunk And Overpoise Of Multitudinous Leaves. (in Which A Hundred Fields Might Spill Their Dew And Intense Verdure, Yet Find Room Enough) Stood Reconciling All The Place With Green.