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There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

When Pride Thaws, Look For Floods.