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I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.

There Are Men And Women So Lonely They Believe God, Too, Is Lonely.

I Can Remember Only A Few Of The Strange And Curious Words Now Dead But Living And Spoken By The English People A Thousand Years Ago.

Back Of Every Mistaken Venture And Defeat Is The Laughter Of Wisdom, If You Listen.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet. It Sits Looking Over The Harbor And City On Silent Haunches And Then Moves On.