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Lost, Yesterday, Somewhere Between Sunrise And Sunset, Two Golden Hours, Each Set With Sixty Diamond Minutes. No Reward Is Offered For They Are Gone Forever.

One Thing I Certainly Never Was Made For, And That Is To Put Principles On And Off At The Dictation Of A Party, As A Lackey Changes His Livery At His Master's Command.

Education Then, Beyond All Other Devices Of Human Origin, Is The Great Equalizer Of The Conditions Of Men, The Balance-wheel Of The Social Machinery.

So, In The Infinitely Nobler Battle In Which You Are Engaged Against Error And Wrong, If Ever Repulsed Or Stricken Down, May You Always Be Solaced And Cheered By The Exulting Cry Of Triumph Over Some Abuse In Church Or State, Some Vice Or Folly In Society, Some False Opinion Or Cruelty Or Guilt Which You Have Overcome! And I Beseech You To Treasure Up In Your Hearts These My Parting Words: Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have Won Some Victory For Humanity.

Give Me A House Furnished With Books Rather Than Furniture! Both, If You Can, But Books At Any Rate!