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What Governs Men Is The Fear Of Truth.

Latent Genius Is But A Presumption. Everything That Can Be, Is Bound To Come Into Being, And What Never Comes Into Being Is Nothing.

A Man Without Passion Is Only A Latent Force, Only A Possibility, Like A Stone Waiting For The Blow From The Iron To Give Forth Sparks.

From Every Spot On Earth We Are Equally Near Heaven And The Infinite.

Nothing Resembles Pride So Much As Discouragement.