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A Great Deal Of What Passes By The Name Of Patriotism In These Days Consists Of The Merest Bigotry And Narrow-mindedness; Exhibiting Itself In National Prejudice, National Conceit, And National Hatred. It Does Not Show Itself In Deeds, But In Boastings--in Howlings, Gesticulations, And Shrieking Helplessly For Help--in Flying Flags And Singing Songs--and In Perpetual Grinding At The Hurdy-gurdy Of Long-dead Grievances And Long-remedied Wrongs. To Be Infested By Such A Patriotism As This Is Perhaps Among The Greatest Curses That Can Befall Any Country.

Conscience Is That Peculiar Faculty Of The Soul Which May Be Called The Religious Instinct.

There Are Many Counterfeits Of Character, But The Genuine Article Is Difficult To Be Mistaken.

Luck Whines; Labor Whistles.

The Great And Good Do No Die Even In This World. Embalmed In Books, Their Spirits Walk Abroad. The Book Is A Living Voice. It Is An Intellect To Which One Still Listens.