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For Splendor, There Must Somewhere Be Rigid Economy. That The Head Of The House May Go Brave, The Members Must Be Plainly Clad, And The Town Must Save That The State May Spend.

We Over-estimate The Conscience Of Our Friend. His Goodness Seems Better Than Our Goodness, His Nature Finer, His Temptations Less. Everything That Is His,--his Name, His Form, His Dress, Books, And Instruments,--fancy Enhances. Our Own Thought Sounds New And Larger From His Mouth.

For He That Feeds Men Serveth Few; He Serves All Who Dares Be True.

Let Every Man Shovel Out His Own Snow And The Whole City Will Be Passable.

Power Resides In The Moment Of Transition From A Past To A New State.