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It Would Not Be Worth Your While To Reach The Age Of Seventy If All The Wisdom Of The World Were To Be Foolishness Before God.

The History Of Science Is Science Itself; The History Of The Individual, The Individual.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

Hell Begins The Day That God Grants You The Vision To See All That You Could Have Done, Should Have Done, And Would Have Done, But Did Not Do.

Democracy Does Not Race, It Reaches The Finish Slowly But Surely.