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The Real Scholar Learns How To Evolve The Unknown From The Known, And Draws Near The Master.

Certain Books Seem To Be Written, Not That We Might Learn From Them, But In Order That We Might See How Much The Author Knows.

Happy Contractedness Of Youth, Nay, Of Mankind In General, That They Think Neither Of The High Nor The Deep, Of The True Nor The False, But Only Of What Is Suited To Their Own Conceptions.

Sing It Not In Mournful Numbers.

A Great Deal May Be Done By Severity, More By Love, But Most By Clear Discernment And Impartial Justice.