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Over All The Mountain Tops Is Peace. In All Treetops You Perceive Scarcely A Breath. The Little Birds In The Forest Are Silent. Wait Then; Soon, You Too, Will Have Peace.

The History Of Knowledge Is A Great Fugue In Which The Voices Of The Nations One After The Other Emerge.

Nothing Tells More About The Character Of A Man Than The Things He Makes Fun Of.

Tolerance Should, Strictly Speaking, Be Only A Passing Mood; It Ought To Lead To Acknowledgment And Appreciation. To Tolerate A Person Is To Affront Him.

A Man's Errors Are What Make Him Amiable.