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To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

Young Man, The Secret Of My Success Is That An Early Age I Discovered That I Was Not God.

Science Is The Topography Of Ignorance. From A Few Elevated Points We Triangulate Vast Spaces, Inclosing Infinite Unknown Details. We Cast The Lead, And Draw Up A Little Sand From Abysses We May Never Reach With Our Dredges.

The Law Is The Witness And External Deposit Of Our Moral Life. Its History Is The History Of The Moral Development Of The Race.

Certitude Is Not The Test Of Certainty.