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It Is One Thing To Write As Poet And Another To Write As A Historian: The Poet Can Recount Or Sing About Things Not As They Were, But As They Should Have Been, And The Historian Must Write About Them Not As They Should Have Been, But As They Were, Without Adding Or Subtracting Anything From The Truth.

By God And Upon My Conscience, Said The Devil, I Never Observed It, For My Mind Is Occupied With So Many Different Things That I Was Forgetting The Main Thing I Came About. This Demon Must Be An Honest Fellow And A Good Christian, Said Sancho; For If He Wasn't He Wouldn't Swear By God And His Conscience; I Feel Sure Now There Must Be Good Souls Even In Hell Itself.

It Is Courage That Vanquishes In War, And Not Good Weapons.

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.