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Men Sometimes Feel Injured By Praise Because It Assigns A Limit To Their Merit; Few People Are Modest Enough Not To Take Offense That One Appreciates Them.

The Mind Reaches Great Heights Only By Spurts.

We Can Console Ourselves For Not Having Great Talents As We Console Ourselves For Not Having Great Places. We Can Be Above Both In Our Hearts.

We Are So Presumptuous That We Think We Can Separate Our Personal Interest From That Of Humanity, And Slander Mankind Without Compromising Ourselves.

More Are Taken In By Hope Than By Cunning.