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I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

Courage Ought To Be Guided By Skill, And Skill Armed By Courage. Neither Should Hardiness Darken Wit, Nor Wit Cool Hardiness. Be Valiant As Men Despising Death, But Confident As Unwonted To Be Overcome.

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.

The Many-headed Multitude, Whom Inconstancy Only Doth By Accident Guide To Well-doing! Who Can Set Confidence There, Where Company Takes Away Shame, And Each May Lay The Fault Upon His Fellow?