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Wordiness Is A Sickness Of American Writing. Too Many Words Dilute And Blur Ideas.

The Less Satisfaction We Derive From Being Ourselves, The Greater Is Our Desire To Be Like Others.

It Is Compassion Rather Than The Principle Of Justice Which Can Guard Us Against Being Unjust To Our Fellow Men.

People In A Hurry Cannot Think, Cannot Grow, Nor Can They Decay. They Are Preserved In A State Of Perpetual Puerility.

It Is Loneliness That Makes The Loudest Noise. This Is True Of Men As Of Dogs.