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And Last Of All, High Over Thought, In The World Of Morals, Fate Appears As Vindicator, Levelling The High, Lifting The Low, Requiring Justice In Man, And Always Striking Soon Or Late When Justice Is Not Done. What Is Useful Will Last, What Is Hurtful Will Sink.

Every Man's Nature Is A Sufficient Advertisement To Him Of The Character Of His Fellows.

Standing On The Bare Ground,--my Head Bathed By The Blithe Air And Uplifted Into Infinite Space,--all Mean Egotism Vanishes. I Become A Transparent Eyeball; I Am Nothing; I See All; The Currents Of The Universal Being Circulate Through Me; I Am Part Or Parcel Of God.

When At Last In A Race A New Principle Appears, An Idea--that Conserves It; Ideas Only Save Races.

We Know Truth When We See It, From Opinion, As We Know When We Are Awake That We Are Awake.