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What An Antithetical Mind! - Tenderness, Roughness - Delicacy, Coarseness - Sentiment, Sensuality - Soaring And Groveling, Dirt And Deity - All Mixed Up In That One Compound Of Inspired Clay!

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

But Words Are Things, And A Small Drop Of Ink, Falling Like Dew, Upon A Thought, Produces That Which Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions, Think.

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.