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Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

The Province Of The Soul Is Large Enough To Fill Up Every Cranny Of Your Time, And Leave You Much To Answer For If One Wretch Be Damned By Your Neglect.

These Are The Effects Of Doting Age,--vain Doubts And Idle Cares And Over Caution.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

Swift Was The Race, But Short The Time To Run.