A Sneer Is The Weapon Of The

What Men Prize Most Is A Privilege, Even If It Be That Of Chief Mourner At A Funeral.

The Material Of Thought Re-acts Upon The Thought Itself.

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A Sneer Is The Weapon Of The Weak.

It May Be Conjectured That It Is Cheaper In The Long Run To Lift Men Up Than To Hold Them Down, And That The Ballot In Their Hands Is Less Dangerous To Society Than A Sense Of Wrong Is In Their Heads.