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I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time.

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives