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It Is No Use For The Honorable Member To Shake His Head In The Teeth Of His Own Words.

The Book Must Of Necessity Be Put Into A Bookcase. And The Bookcase Must Be Housed. And The House Must Be Kept. And The Library Must Be Dusted, Must Be Arranged, Must Be Catalogued. What A Vista Of Toil, Yet Not Unhappy Toil!

Mediocrity Is Now, As Formerly, Dangerous, Commonly Fatal, To The Poet; But Among Even The Successful Writers Of Prose, Those Who Rise Sensibly Above It Are The Very Rarest Exceptions.

Be Happy With What You Have And Are, Be Generous With Both, And You Won't Have To Hunt For Happiness.

Is Not That State A Warning And A Judgment For Our Heavy Sins As A Nation?