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We Must Think Things Not Words, Or At Least We Must Constantly Translate Our Words Into The Facts For Which They Stand, If We Are To Keep To The Real And The True.

To Brag Little, To Lose Well, / To Crow Gently If In Luck, / To Pay Up, To Own Up, / To Shut Up If Beaten, / Are The Virtues Of A Sportingman.

The Root Of Joy, As Of Duty, Is To Put All One's Powers Towards Some Great End.

The Greatest Act Of Faith Is When A Man Understands He Is Not God.

When A Man Holds His Tongue It Does Not Signify Much. But When A Woman Dispenses With The Office Of The Mighty Member, When She Sheathed Her Natural Weapon At A Trying Moment, It Means That She Trusts To Still More Formidable Enginery; To Tears It May Be, A Solvent More Powerful Than That With Which Hannibal Softened The Alpine Rocks.