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It Is Seldom That We Find Out How Great Are Our Resources Until We Are Thrown Upon Them.

There Are Ceremonious Bows That Repel One Like A Cudgel.

In General, Inquiry Ceases When We Adopt A Theory. After That, We Overlook Whatever Makes Against It, And See And Think, And Talk And Write, Only In Its Favor. Indeed, When We Have A Snug, Comfortable Theory, To Which We Are Much Attached, They Appear To Us As A Very Mean Set Of Facts That Will Not Square With It.

The Reveries Of The Dreamer Advance His Hopes, But Not Their Realization. One Good Hour Of Earnest Work Is Worth Them All.

An Ambition To Excel In Petty Things Obstructs The Progress To Nobler Aims.