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Everything In The World May Be Endured, Except Only A Succession Of Prosperous Days. [ger., Alles In Der Welt Lasst Sich Ertragen, Nur Nicht Eine Reihe Von Schonen Tagen.]

Whatever Nature Undertakes, She Can Only Accomplish It In A Sequence. She Never Makes A Leap.

Men's Prejudices Rest Upon Their Character For The Time Being And Cannot Be Overcome, As Being Part And Parcel Of Themselves. Neither Evidence Nor Common Sense Nor Reason Has The Slightest Influence Upon Them.

All Ages Have Said And Repeated That One Should Strive To Know One's Self. This Is A Strange Demand Which No One Up To Now Has Measured Up To And, Strictly Considered, No One Should. With All Their Study And Effort, People Are Directed To What Is Outside, To The World About Them, And They Are Kept Busy Coming To Know This And To Master It To The Extent That Their Purposes Require. . . . How Can You Come To Know Yourself? Never By Thinking, Always By Doing. Try To Do Your Duty, And You'll Know Right Away What You Amount To. And What Is Your Duty? Whatever The Day Calls For.

To Make Something You Have To Be Something.