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Great Men Do Not Content Us. It Is Their Solitude, Not Their Force, That Makes Them Conspicuous.

He Who Has Acquired The Ability, May Wait Securely The Occasion Of Making It Felt And Appreciated, And Know That It Will Not Loiter.

A Man Is A Golden Impossibility. The Line He Must Walk Is A Hair's Breadth. The Wise Through Excess Of Wisdom Is Made A Fool.

A Great Licentiousness Treads On The Heels Of A Reformation.

The Day Is Always His, Who Works In It With Serenity And Great Aims.