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Bodies Are Real Entities. Surfaces And Lines Are But Fictitious Entities. A Surface Without Depth, A Line Without Thickness, Was Never Seen By Any Man; No; Nor Can Any Conception Be Seriously Formed Of Its Existence.

Happiness Is A Very Pretty Thing To Feel, But Very Dry To Talk About.

How Is Property Given? By Restraining Liberty; That Is, By Taking It Away So Far As Necessary For The Purpose. How Is Your House Made Yours? By Debarring Every One Else From The Liberty Of Entering It Without Your Leave.

It Is With Government As With Medicine, Its Only Business Is The Choice Of Evils. Every Law Is An Evil, For Every Law Is An Infraction Of Liberty.

Create All The Happiness You Are Able To Create: Remove All The Misery You Are Able To Remove. Every Day Will Allow You To Add Something To The Pleasure Of Others, Or To Diminish Something Of Their Pains. And For Every Grain Of Enjoyment You Sow In The Bosom Of Another, You Shall Find A Harvest In Your Own Bosom; While Every Sorrow Which You Pluck Out From The Thoughts And Feelings Of A Fellow Creature Shall Be Replaced By Beautiful Peace And Joy In The Sanctuary Of Your Soul.