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There Is Not A Heart But Has Its Moments Of Longing, Yearning For Something Better; Nobler; Holier Than It Knows Now.

Mountains Of Gold Would Not Seduce Some Men, Yet Flattery Would Break Them Down.

The Bibliophile Is The Master Of His Books, The Bibliomaniac Their Slave.

There Is No Such Thing As Preaching Patience Into People, Unless The Sermon Is So Long That They Have To Practice It While They Hear. No Man Can Learn Patience Except By Going Out Into The Hurlyburly World, And Taking Life Just As It Blows. Patience Is But Lying To, And Riding Out The Gale.

Not That Which Men Do Worthily, But That Which They Do Successfully, Is What History Makes Haste To Record.