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There Is No Tyrant Like Custom, And No Freedom Where Its Edicts Are Not Resisted.

In Secluding Himself Too Much From Society, An Author Is In Danger Of Losing That Intimate Acquaintance With Life Which Is The Only Sure Foundation Of Power In A Writer.

We Cannot Reason Ourselves Into Love, Nor Can We Reason Ourselves Out Of It, Which Suggests That Love And Reason Have Little To Do With Each Other.

Great Warriors, Like Great Earthquakes, Are Principally Remembered For The Mischief They Have Done.

The Greatest Events Of An Age Are Its Best Thoughts. Thought Finds Its Way Into Action.