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Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Be Sure That God Ne'er Dooms To Waste The Strength He Deigns Impart.

Truth Is Within Ourselves; It Takes No Rise From Outward Things, Whate'er You May Believe. There Is An Inmost Centre In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fulness; And Around, Wall Upon Wall, The Gross Flesh Hems It In, This Perfect, Clear Perception-which Is Truth. A Baffling And Perverting Carnal Mesh Binds It, And Makes All Error: And To Know Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Whence The Imprisoned Splendour May Escape, Than In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.