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A Political Country Is Like An American Forest; You Have Only To Cut Down The Old Trees, And Immediately New Trees Come Up To Replace Them.

Life Is A Compromise Of What Your Ego Wants To Do, What Experience Tells You To Do, And What Your Nerves Let You Do.

Under A Presidential Government, A Nation Has, Except At The Electing Moment, No Influence; It Has Not The Ballot-box Before It; Its Virtue Is Gone, And It Must Wait Till Its Instant Of Despotism Again Returns.

The Real Essence Of Work Is Concentrated Energy.

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