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We Should Never Be At The Mercy Of Providence If Only We Understood That We Ourselves Are Providence.

I Know Of No Place Where The Wind Can Be As Icy And The Damp So Penetrating As In Oxford Round About Easter Time.

I Know One Husband And Wife Who, Whatever The Official Reasons Given To The Court For The Break Up Of Their Marriage, Were Really Divorced Because The Husband Believed That Nobody Ought To Read While He Was Talking And The Wife That Nobody Ought To Talk While She Was Reading.

So Many People Seem To Imagine That Because The Actual Tools Of Writing Are Easily Accessible, It Is Less Difficult Than The Other Arts. This Is Entirely An Illusion.

College Is A Secluded Life Of Scholastic Vegetation