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Delusion And Weakness Produce Not One Mischief The Less, Because They Are Universal.

Fiction Lags After Truth, Invention Is Unfruitful, And Imagination Cold And Barren.

He Had No Failings Which Were Not Owing To A Noble Cause; To An Ardent, Generous, Perhaps An Immoderate Passion For Fame; A Passion Which Is The Instinct Of All Great Souls.

Contempt Is Not A Thing To Be Despised.

The Blood Of Man Should Never Be Shed But To Redeem The Blood Of Man. It Is Well Shed For Our Family, For Our Friends, For Our God, For Our Country, For Our Kind. The Rest Is Vanity; The Rest Is Crime.