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Truth Is Not Exciting Enough To Those Who Depend On The Characters And Lives Of Their Neighbors For All Their Amusement; And If A Story Is Told Of More Than Common Interest, Ennui Is Sure To Have Its Joy In Adding Embellishments. If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

The Exact Measure Of The Progress Of Civilization Is The Degree In Which The Intelligence Of The Common Mind Has Prevailed Over Wealth And Brute Force.

The Fears Of One Class Of Men Are Not The Measure Of The Rights Of Another.

Dishonesty Is So Grasping It Would Deceive God Himself, Were It Possible.

Sedition Is Bred In The Lap Of Luxury And Its Chosen Emissaries Are The Beggared Spendthrift And The Impoverished Libertine.