| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Francis Bacon by Francis Bacon: sibi. In place, there is license to do good, and evil;
whereof the latter is a curse: for in evil, the best
condition is not to win; the second, not to can. But
power to do good, is the true and lawful end of
aspiring. For good thoughts (though God accept
them) yet, towards men, are little better than good
dreams, except they be put in act; and that cannot
be, without power and place, as the vantage, and
commanding ground. Merit and good works, is
the end of man's motion; and conscience of the
same is the accomplishment of man's rest. For if a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 1 by Alexis de Toqueville: to: the people must alter the constitution, or the legislature
must repeal the law. The political power which the Americans
have intrusted to their courts of justice is therefore immense,
but the evils of this power are considerably diminished by the
obligation which has been imposed of attacking the laws through
the courts of justice alone. If the judge had been empowered to
contest the laws on the ground of theoretical generalities, if he
had been enabled to open an attack or to pass a censure on the
legislator, he would have played a prominent part in the
political sphere; and as the champion or the antagonist of a
party, he would have arrayed the hostile passions of the nation
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: To fathom her own, he resumed, with a sigh:
XXIV.
"Will you suffer me, lady, your thoughts to invade
By disclosing my own? The position," he said,
"In which we so strangely seem placed may excuse
The frankness and force of the words which I use.
You say that your heart is your husband's: You say
That you love him. You think so, of course, lady . . . nay,
Such a love, I admit, were a merit, no doubt.
But, trust me, no true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.
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