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A Nation Is A Thing That Lives And Acts Like A Man And Men Are The Particles Of Which It Is Composed.

Of All The Advantages Which Come To Any Young Man ... Poverty Is The Greatest.

Cost Is The Father And Compensation The Mother Of Progress.

Blessed Is That Man Who Knows His Own Distaff And Has Found His Own Spindle.

This World Of Sense, Built By The Imagination--how Fair And Foul It Is! Like A Fairy Island In The Sea Of Life, It Smiles In Sunlight And Sleeps In Green, Known Of The World Not By Communion Of Knowledge, But By Personal, Secret Discovery!