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A Man's Head Is His Castle.

Something Did Happen To Me Somewhere That Robbed Me Of Confidence And Courage And Left Me With A Fear Of Discovery And Change And A Positive Dread Of Everything Unknown That May Occur.

In The Long Run, Failure Was The Only Thing That Worked Predictably. All Else Was Accidental.

... There Is Wisdom In Madness And Strong Probability Of Truth In All Accusations, For People Are Complete, And Everyone Is Capable Of Everything.

The Country Was In Peril; He Was Jeopardizing His Traditional Rights Of Freedom And Independence By Daring To Exercise Them.