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Reality, As Usual, Beats Fiction Out Of Sight.

I Have Wrestled With Death. It Is The Most Unexciting Contest You Can Imagine.

The Mind Of Man Is Capable Of Anything.

There Is A Kind Way Of Assisting Our Fellow-creatures Which Is Enough To Break Their Hearts While It Saves Their Outer Envelope.

It Is Not Justice The Servant Of Men, But Accident, Hazard, Fortune-the Ally Of Patient Time-that Holds An Even And Scrupulous Balance.