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Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

We Read Fine Things But Never Feel Them To The Full Until We Have Gone The Same Steps As The Author.

All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down To Write.

The Redbreast Whistles From A Garden-croft; And Gathering Swallows Twitter In The Skies.

Failure Is, In A Sense, The Highway To Success.