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National Literature Begins With Fables And Ends With Novels.

Think That Day Lost Whose Descending Sun, Views From Thy Hand No Noble Action Done.

Remorse Is The Punishment Of Crime; Repentance, Its Expiation. The Former Appertains To A Tormented Conscience; The Latter To A Soul Changed For The Better.

We May Convince Others By Our Arguements, But We Can Only Persuade Them By Their Own

What Can One Possibly Introduce Into A Mind That Is Already Full, And Full Of Itself?