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High-erected Thoughts Seated In The Heart Of Courtesy.

There Is A Certain Delicacy Which In Yielding Conquers; And With A Pitiful Look Makes One Find Cause To Crave Help One's Self.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

Open Suspecting Of Others Comes Of Secretly Condemning Ourselves.

There Is Nothing Sooner Overthrows A Weak Head Than Opinion By Authority, Like Too Strong A Liquor For A Frail Glass.