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The Secret Of Success Lies Never In The Amount Of Money, But In The Relation Of Income To Outgo.

The Hard Soil And Four Months Of Snow Make The Inhabitants Of The Northern Temperate Zone Wiser And Abler Than His Fellow Who Enjoys The Fixed Smile Of The Tropics.

Every Man Has A Vocation. The Talent Is The Call.

Unhappily, No Man Exists Who Has Not In His Own Person Become, To Some Amount, A Stockholder In The Sin, And So Made Himself Liable To A Share In The Expiation.

An Institution Is The Lengthened Shadow Of One Man.