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The Senses Collect The Surface Facts Of Matter... It Was Sensation; When Memory Came, It Was Experience; When Mind Acted, It Was Knowledge; When Mind Acted On It As Knowledge, It Was Thought.

In Spite Of Virtue And The Muse, Nemesis Will Have Her Dues, And All Our Struggles And Our Toils Tighter Wind The Giant Coils.

Tragedy Is In The Eye Of The Observer, And Not In The Heart Of The Sufferer.

No One Has A Prosperity So High And Firm That Two Or Three Words Can't Dishearten It.

The Multitude Of False Churches Accredits The True Religion.