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[Of Coleridge] His face when he repeats his verses hath its ancient glory, an Archangel a little damaged.

— Charles Lamb

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The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

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Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

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