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I will not do that which my conscience tells me is wrong to gain the huzzahs of thousands, or the daily praise of all the papers which come from the press; I will not avoid doing what I think is right, though it should draw on me the whole artillery |
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Our consciences are littered like an old attic with the junk of sheer conviction. |
Our consciences are littered like an old attic with the junk of sheer conviction. |