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Strange Indeed Is Human Nature. Here Were These Men, To Whom Murder Was Familiar, Who Again And Again Had Struck Down The Father Of The Family, Some Man Against Whom They Had No Personal Feeling, Without One Thought Of Compunction Or Of Compassion For His Weeping Wife Or Helpless Children, And Yet The Tender Or Pathetic In Music Could Move Them To Tears.

What A Lovely Thing A Rose Is!

I Cannot Live Without Brainwork. What Else Is There To Live For

Nothing Clears Up A Case So Much As Stating It To Another Person.

The Press, Watson, Is A Most Valuable Institution, If You Only Know How To Use It.