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Tyrants Have Not Yet Discovered Any Chains That Can Fetter The Mind.

Vanity Finds In Self-love So Powerful An Ally That It Storms, As It Were, By A Coup De Main,, The Citadel Of Our Heads, Where, Having Blinded The Two Watchmen, It Readily Descends Into The Heart.

Genius In One Grand Particular Is Like Life. We Know Nothing Of Either But By Their Effects.

Hope Is A Prodigal Young Heir, And Experience Is His Banker.

The Hate Which We All Bear With The Most Christian Patience Is The Hate Of Those Who Envy Us.