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The Root Of Joy, As Of Duty, Is To Put All One's Powers Towards Some Great End.

The Only Condition Of Peace In This World Is To Have No Ideas, Or, At Least Not To Express Them.

Modesty And Reverence Are No Less Virtues Of Freemen Than The Democratic Feeling Which Will Submit Neither To Arrogance Nor To Servility.

Who Does Not Feel That Nansen's Account Of His Search For The Pole Rather Loses Than Gains In Ideal Satisfaction By The Pretense Of A Few Trifling Acquisitions For Science?

The Only Prize Much Cared For By The Powerful Is Power. The Prize Of The General Is Not A Bigger Tent, But Command.