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He In Whom The Love Of Repose Predominates Will Accept The First Creed, The First Philosophy, The First Political Party He Meets — Most Likely His Father's. He Gets Rest, Commodity, And Reputation; But He Shuts The Door Of Truth.

English History Is Aristocracy With The Doors Open. Who Has Courage And Faculty, Let Him Come In.

Taking To Pieces Is The Trade Of Those Who Cannot Construct.

People Destined To Meet Will Do So, Apparently By Chance, At Precisely The Right Moment.

Nature Will Not Let Us Fret And Fume. She Does Not Like Our Benevolence Or Our Learning Much Better Than She Likes Our Frauds Andwars. When We Come Out Of The Caucus, Or The Bank, Or The Abolition-convention, Or The Temperance-meeting, Or The Transcendental Club, Into The Fields And Woods, She Says To Us, "so Hot? My Little Sir.