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The World Runs On From One Folly To Another; And The Man Who, Solely From Regard To The Opinion Of Others, And Without Any Wish Or Necessity Of His Own, Toils After Gold, Honour, Or Any Other Phantom, Is No Better Than A Fool.

All That Is Noble Is In Itself Of A Quiet Nature, And Appears To Sleep Until It Is Aroused And Summoned Forth By Contrast.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

It Is Delivery That Makes The Orators Success.

Man Is Not Born To Solve The Problem Of The Universe, But To Find Out What He Has To Do; And To Restrain Himself Within The Limits Of His Comprehension.