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Some Minds Corrode And Grow Inactive Under The Loss Of Personal Liberty; Others Grow Morbid And Irritable; But It Is The Nature Of The Poet To Become Tender And Imaginitive In The Loneliness Of Confinement. He Banquets Upon The Honey Of His Own Thoughts, And, Like The Captive Bird, Pours Forth His Soul In Melody.

The Almighty Dollar, That Great Object Of Universal Devotion.

There Is No Character In The Comedy Of Human Life More Difficult To Play Well Than That Of An Old Bachelor.

There Is Certainly Something In Angling That Tends To Produce A Serenity Of The Mind.

Others May Write From The Head, But He Writes From The Heart, And The Heart Will Always Understand Him.