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A Life Of Action And Danger Moderates The Dread Of Death. It Not Only Gives Us Fortitude To Bear Pain, But Teaches Us At Every Step The Precarious Tenure On Which We Hold Our Present Being.

Indolence Is A Delightful But Distressing State; We Must Be Doing Something To Be Happy. Action Is No Less Necessary Than Thought To The Instinctive Tendencies Of The Human Frame.

A Knave Thinks Himself A Fool, All The Time He Is Not Making A Fool Of Some Other Person.

Common Sense, To Most People, Is Nothing More Than Their Own Opinions.

Rules And Models Destroy Genius And Art.