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Justice To Others And To Ourselves Is The Same; That We Cannot Define Our Duties By Mathematical Lines Ruled By The Square, But Must Fill With Them The Great Circle Traced By The Compasses

If The Soul Sees, After Death , What Passes On This Earth , And Watches Over The Welfare Of Those It Loves, Then Must Its Greatest Happiness Consist In Seeing The Current Of Its Beneficent Influences Widening Out From Age To Age, As Rivulets Widen Into Rivers, And Aiding To Shape The Destinies Of Individuals, Families, States, The World; And Its Bitterest Punishment, In Seeing Its Evil Influences Causing Mischief And Misery , And Cursing And Afflicting Men, Long After The Frame It Dwelt In Has Become Dust, And When Both Name And Memory Are Forgotten.

Less Glory Is More Liberty. When The Drum Is Silent, Reason Sometimes Speaks.

Philosophy Is A Kind Of Journey, Ever Learning Yet Never Arriving At The Ideal Perfection Of Truth.

Phenomena Are Constantly Folded Back Upon Themselves.