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The More A Man Knows, The More He Forgives.

The Title Of Queen Rang Sweet To My Ears, Child Though I Was. ... This Idea Of A Crown Began Running In My Head Then Like A Tune, And Has Been Running A Lot In It Ever Since.

I Beg You Take Courage; The Brave Soul Can Mend Even Disaster.

To Tempt And Be Tempted Are Closely Allied; And In Spite Of All The Finest Moral Maxims Buried In The Mind, When Emotion Interferes, When Feeling Makes Its Appearance, One Is Already Much Further Involved That One Realizes, And I Have Still Not Learnt How To Prevent Its Appearance.

God, Grant Us Our Desires, And Grant Them Quickly.