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Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

What We Most Want To Ask Of Our Maker Is An Unfolding Of The Divine Purpose In Putting Human Beings Into Conditions In Which Such Numbers Of Them Would Be Sure To Go Wrong.

Every Library Should Try To Be Complete On Something, If It Were Only The History Of Pinheads.

We Are All Tattooed In Our Cradles With The Beliefs Of Our Tribe; The Record May Seem Superficial, But It Is Indelible. You Cannot Educate A Man Wholly Out Of The Superstitious Fears Which Were Early Implanted In His Imagination; No Matter How Utterly His Reason May Reject Them...

Do Not Be Bullied Out Of Your Common Sense By The Specialist; Two To One, He Is A Pedant.