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No Sooner Does A Great Man Depart, And Leave His Character As Public Property, Than A Crowd Of Little Men Rushes Towards It. There They Are Gathered Together, Blinking Up To It With Such Vision As They Have, Scanning It From Afar, Hovering Round It This Way And That, Each Cunningly Endeavoring, By All Arts, To Catch Some Reflex Of It In The Little Mirror Of Himself.

Woe To Him That Claims Obedience When It Is Not Due; Woe To Him That Refuses It When It Is.

In A Certain Sense All Men Are Historians.

Great Is Journalism. Is Not Every Able Editor A Ruler Of The World, Being The Persuader Of It?

Naps Are A Way Of Traveling Painlessly Through Time Into The Future.