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The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

The Public Wishes Itself To Be Managed Like A Woman; One Must Say Nothing To It Except What It Likes To Hear.

The Modern Age Has A False Sense Of Superiority, Because Of The Great Mass Of Data At Its Disposal. But The Valid Criterion Of Distinction Is Rather The Extent To Which Man Knows How To Form And Master The Material At His Command.

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.

Everything Which Is Properly Business We Must Keep Carefully Separate From Life. Business Requires Earnestness And Method; Life Must Have A Freed Handling.