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I Could Better Eat With One Who Did Not Respect The Truth Or The Laws, Than With A Sloven And Unpresentable Person. Moral Qualities Rule The World, But At Shorter Distances, The Senses Are Despotic.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I Could Better Eat With One Who Did Not Respect The Truth Or The Laws, Than With A Sloven And Unpresentable Person. Moral Qualities Rule The World, But At Shorter Distances, The Senses Are Despotic.

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Economy Does Not Consist In Saving The Coal, But In Using The Time While It Burns.

Nobody Trips Over Mountains. It Is The Small Pebble That Causes You To Stumble. Pass All The Pebbles In Your Path And You Will Find You Have Crossed The Mountain. The Mind Does Not Create What It Perceives, Anymore Than The Eye Creates The Rose.

The Fox Has Many Tricks. The Hedgehog Has But One. But That Is The Best Of All.

Had I But Written As Many Odes In Praise Of Muhammad And Ali As I Have Composed For King Mahmud, They Would Have Showered A Hundred Blessings On Me.

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Whatever You Do, You Need Courage. Whatever Course You Decide Upon, There Is Always Someone To Tell You That You Are Wrong.

Good As Is Discourse, Silence Is Better And Shames It.

What We Call Results Are Beginnings.

Our Reliance On The Physician Is A Kind Of Despair Of Ourselves.

Progress Is The Activity Of Today And The Assurance Of Tomorrow

There Is No True Orator Who Is Not A Hero.

The Most Indian Thing About The Indian Is Surely Not His Moccasins Or His Calumet, His Wampum Or His Stone Hatched, But Traits Of Character And Sagacity, Skill, Or Passion.

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Who Shall Set A Limit To The Influence Of A Human Being? There Are Men, Who, By Their Sympathetic Attractions, Carry Nations Withthem, And Lead The Activity Of The Human Race. And If There Be Such A Tie, That, Wherever The Mind Of Man Goes, Nature Will Accompany Him, Perhaps There Are Men Whose Magnetisms Are Of That Force To Draw Material And Elemental Powers, And, Where They Appear, Immense Instrumentalities Organize Around Them.

Thus Grows Up Fashion, An Equivocal Semblance, The Most Puissant, The Most Fantastic And Frivolous, The Most Feared And Followed, And Which Morals And Violence Assault In Vain.

Nothing Can Be Preserved That Is Not Good.

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We Forget Ourselves And Our Destinies In Health, And The Chief Use Of Temporary Sickness Is To Remind Us Of These Concerns.

Every Chair Should Be A Throne And Hold A King.

The Remedy For All Blunders, The Cure Of Blindness, The Cure Of Crime, Is Love.

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It Does Not Hurt Weak Eyes To Look Into Beautiful Eyes Never So Long.

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Good Manners Are Made Up Of Petty Sacrifices.

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