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I Have Never Killed Any One, But I Have Read Some Obituary Notices With Great Satisfaction.

I Had A Vivid Imagination. Not Only Could I Put Myself In The Other Person's Place, But I Could Not Avoid Doing So. My Sympathies Always Went Out To The Weak, The Suffering, And The Poor. Realizing Their Sorrows I Tried To Relieve Them In Order That I Myself Might Be Relieved.

No Nation Can Be Really Great That Is Held Together By Gatling Guns, And No True Loyalty Can Be Induced And Kept Through Fear.

Ancestors Do Not Mean So Much. The Rebel Who Succeeds Generally Makes It Easier For The Posterity That Follows Him; So These Descendants Are Usually Contented And Smug And Soft. Rebels Are Made From Life, Not Ancestors.

We Know Life Is Futile. A Man Who Considers That His Life Is Of Very Wonderful Importance Is Awfully Close To A Padded Cell.