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Thou Art In The End What Thou Art. Put On Wigs With Millions Of Curls, Set Thy Foot Upon Ell-high Rocks. Thou Abidest Ever--what Thou Art.

Superstition Is A Part Of The Very Being Of Humanity; And When We Fancy That We Are Banishing It Altogether, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Nooks And Corners, And Then Suddenly Comes Forth Again, As Soon As It Believes Itself At All Safe.

Wealth And Speed Are What The World Admires, What Each Pursues. Railways, Express Mails, Steamships And Every Possible Facility For Communications Are The Achievement In Which The Civilized World View And Revels, Only To Languish In Mediocrity By That Very Fact. Indeed, The Effect Of This Diffusion Is To Spread The Culture Of The Mediocre.

Passions Are Vices Or Virtues To Their Highest Powers.

The Close And Thoughtful Observer More And More Learns To Recognize His Limitations. He Realizes That With The Steady Growth Of Knowledge More And More New Problems Keep On Emerging.