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The Heart Of Man Is The Place The Devil Dwells In; I Feel Sometimes A Hell Within Myself.

Men Have Lost Their Reason In Nothing So Much As Their Religion, Wherein Stones And Clouts Make Martyrs.

They Do Most By Books, Who Could Do Much Without Them, And He That Chiefly Owes Himself Unto Himself, Is The Substantial Man.

Now With My Friend I Desire Not To Share Or Participate, But To Engross His Sorrows, That, By Making Them Mine Own, I May More Easily Discuss Them; For In Mine Own Reason, And Within Myself, I Can Command That Which I Cannot Entreat Without Myself, And Within The Circle Of Another.

Be Deaf Unto The Suggestions Of Tale-bearers, Calumniators, Pick-thank Or Malevolent Detractors, Who, While Quiet Men Sleep, Sowing The Tares Of Discord And Division, Distract The Tranquillity Of Charity And All Friendly Society. These Are The Tongues That Set The World On Fire--cankerers Of Reputation, And, Like That Of Jonah's Gourd, Wither A Good Name In A Single Night.