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To Know How To Wait. It Is The Great Secret Of Success.

I Don't Know What A Scoundrel Is Like, But I Know What A Respectable Man Is Like, And It's Enough To Make One's Flesh Creep.

In The Works Of Man, Everything Is As Poor As Its Author; Vision Is Confined, Means Are Limited, Scope Is Restricted, Movements Are Labored, And Results Are Humdrum.

Wherever An Altar Is Found, There Civilization Exists.

Christianity Was Preached By Ignorant Men And Believed By Servants, And That Is Why It Resembles Nothing Ever Known.