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I Do Not Call Reason That Brutal Reason Which Crushes With Its Weight What Is Holy And Sacred, That Malignant Reason Which Delights In The Errors It Succeeds In Discovering, That Unfeeling And Scornful Reason Which Insults Credulity.

Politeness Smooths Wrinkles.

It Is Easier To Be Mistaken About The True Than The Beautiful.

The Soul Paints Itself In Our Machines.

Be Saving, But Not At The Cost Of All Liberality. Have The Soul Of A King And The Hand Of A Wise Economist.