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...that what we treasure most is a curse to ourselves and to all other men ; but 'tis they " who, lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife, and in mad trance strike with their spirit's knife invulnerable nothings." St. Augustin says, " that men being inclined to condemn...