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Whatever May Be Our Natural Talents, The Art Of Writing Is Not Acquired All At Once.

Let The Trumpet Of The Day Of Judgment Sound When It Will, I Shall Appear With This Book In My Hand Before The Sovereign Judge, And Cry With A Loud Voice, This Is My Work, There Were My Thoughts, And Thus Was I. I Have Freely Told Both The Good And The Bad, Have Hid Nothing Wicked, Added Nothing Good.

Social Man Lives Constantly Outside Himself.

A Man Who Is Not A Fool Can Rid Himself Of Every Folly Except Vanity.

One May Live Tranquilly In A Dungeon; But Does Life Consist In Living Quietly?