Habit Can Overcome Anything But

You Need Not Tell All The Truth, Unless To Those Who Have A Right To Know It; But Let All You Tell Be Truth.

Spurn Not At Seeming Error, But Dig Below Its Surface For The Truth; And Beware Of Seeming Truths That Grow On The Roots Of Error.

Both Poetry And Philosophy Are Prodigal Of Eulogy Over The Mind Which Ransoms Itself By Its Own Energy From A Captivity To Custom, Which Breaks The Common Bounds Of Empire, And Cuts A Simplon Over Mountains Of Difficulty For Its Own Purposes, Whether Of Good Or Of Evil.

Republics, One After Another . . . Have Perished From A Want Of Intelligence And Virtue In The Masses Of The People. . . .

Deeds Survive The Doers.