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Those Who Are Successfully To Lead Their Fellow-men, Should Have Once Possessed The Nobler Feelings. We Have All Known Individuals Whose Magnanimity Was Not Likely To Be Troublesome On Any Occasion; But Then They Betrayed Their Own Interests By Unwisely Omitting The Consideration, That Such Feelings Might Exist In The Breasts Of Those Whom They Had To Guide And Govern: For They Themselves Cannot Even Remember The Time When In Their Eyes Justice Appeared Preferable To Expediency, The Happiness Of Others To Self-interest, Or The Welfare Of A State To The Advancement Of A Party.

Rare Almost As Great Poets, Rarer, Perhaps, Than Veritable Saints And Martyrs; Are Consummate Men Of Business. A Man, To Be Excellent In This Way, Requires A Great Knowledge Of Character, With That Exquisite Tact Which Feels Unerringly The Right Moment When To Act. A Discreet Rapidity Must Pervade All The Movements Of His Thought And Action. He Must Be Singularly Free From Vanity, And Is Generally Found To Be An Enthusiast Who Has The Art To Conceal His Enthusiasm.

No Doubt Hard Work Is A Great Police Agent. If Everybody Were Worked From Morning Till Night, And Then Carefully Locked Up, The Register Of Crime Might Be Greatly Diminished. But What Would Become Of Human Nature? Where Would Be The Room For Growth In Such A System Of Things? It Is Through Sorrow And Mirth, Plenty And Need, A Variety Of Passions, Circumstances, And Temptations, Even Through Sin And Misery, That Men's Natures Are Developed.

Experience Is The Extract Of Suffering.

Most Terrors Are But Spectral Illusions. Only Have The Courage Of The Man Who Could Walk Up To His Spectre Seated In The Chair Before Him, And Sit Down Upon It; The Horrid Thing Will Not Partake The Chair With You.