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Laws And Institutions Must Go Hand In Hand With The Progress Of The Human Mind. . . . We Might As Well Require A Man To Wear The Coat Which Fitted Him When A Boy As Civilized Society To Remain Forever Under The Regimen Of Their Barbarous Ancestors.

The Office Of Reformer Of The Superstitions Of A Nation Is Ever Dangerous.

I Believe That Every Human Mind Feels Pleasure In Doing Good To Another.

And, In General, That Branch Which Is To Act Ultimately And Without Appeal On Any Law Is The Rightful Expositor Of The Validity Of The Law, Uncontrolled By The Opinions Of The Other Coordinate Authorities.

The Sun Has Not Caught Me In Bed In Fifty Years.