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The Root Of Joy, As Of Duty, Is To Put All One's Powers Towards Some Great End.

The Foliage Has Been Losing Its Freshness Through The Month Of August, And Here And There A Yellow Leaf Shows Itself Like The First Gray Hair Amidst The Locks Of A Beauty Who Has Seen One Season Too Many.

But When Men Have Realized That Time Has Upset Many Fighting Faiths, They May Come To Believe...that The Best Test Of Truth Is The Power Of The Thought To Get Itself Accepted In The Competition Of The Market... That At Any Rate Is The Theory Of Our Constitution.

The Individual Will Always Be A Minority. If A Man Is In A Minority Of One, We Lock Him Up.

The Best Of A Book Is Not The Thought Which It Contains, But The Thought Which It Suggests; Just As The Charm Of Music Dwells Not In The Tones But In The Echoes Of Our Hearts.