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Utility Is Our National Shibboleth: The Savior Of The American Businessman Is Fact And His Uterine Half-brother, Statistics.

To Write Is A Humiliation.

I Would Rather Take Hellebore Than Spend A Conversation With A Good, Little Man.

Perhaps Samuel Johnson Was A Great Man; He Was Certainly A Drumbling One.

Ambition Is A Dead Sea Fruit, And The Greatest Peril To The Soul Is That One Is Likely To Get Precisely What He Is Seeking.