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Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.

I Know That A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature, Not Even Excepting The Delicate Creatures Which Bear Them.

Those Evening Bells! Those Evening Bells! How Many A Tale Their Music Tells Of Youth And Home, And That Sweet Time When Last I Heard Their Soothing Chime!

In Every Thing That Relates To Science, I Am A Whole Encyclopaedia Behind The Rest Of The World.