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The Greatest Magnifying Glasses In The World Are A Man's Own Eyes When They Look Upon His Own Person.

Chiefs Who No More In Bloody Fights Engage, But Wise Through Time, And Narrative With Age, In Summer-days Like Grasshoppers Rejoice - A Bloodless Race, That Send A Feeble Voice.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.

The Zeal Of Fools Offends At Any Time.

There Is But One Way I Know Of Conversing Safely With All Men; That Is, Not By Concealing What We Say Or Do, But By Saying Or Doing Nothing That Deserves To Be Concealed.