Dishonesty Is The Raw Material Not Of

All Evil Is Like A Nightmare; The Instant You Stir Under It, The Evil Is Gone.

The All Of Things Is An Infinite Conjugation Of The Verb To Do .

Every Noble Work Is At First Impossible.

This We Take It Is The Grand Characteristic Of Our Age. By Our Skill In Mechanism, It Has Come To Pass, That In The Management Ofexternal Things We Excel All Other Ages; While In Whatever Respects The Pure Moral Nature, In True Dignity Of Soul And Character, We Are Perhaps Inferior To Most Civilised Ages.

Nothing Ever Happens But Once In All This World. What I Do Now I Do Once For All. It Is Over And Gone, With All Its Eternity Of Solemn Meaning.