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To Vindicate The Sanctity Of Human Life By Taking It Is An Outrage Upon Reason. The Spectacle Of A Human Being Dangling At The End Of A Gallows-rope Is A Degradation Of Humanity.

An Eager Pursuit Of Fortune Is Inconsistent With A Severe Devotion To Truth. The Heart Must Grow Tranquil Before The Thought Can Become Searching.

There Are Seaons When Our Passions Have Slept So Long That We Know Not Whether They Still Exist In Us. So Does Flax Forget That It Is Combustible When The Fire Is Away From It.

Wit Never Appears To Greater Advantage Than When It Is Successfully Exerted To Relieve From A Dilemma, Palliate A Deficiency, Or Cover A Retreat.

It Is Our Relation To Circumstances That Determines Their Influence Upon Us.