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Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

Truth, When Not Sought After, Rarely Comes To Light.

I Firmly Believe That If The Whole Material Medica, As Now Used, Could Be Sunk To The Bottom Of The Sea, It Would Be Better For Mankind-and All The Worse For The Fishes.

Sweet Is The Scene Where Genial Friendship Plays The Pleasing Game Of Interchanging Praise.

Stupidity Often Saves A Man From Going Mad.