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I Wonder, Whether, If I Had Had Any Education I Should Have Been More, Or Less, Of A Fool Than I Am. It Would Have Deprived Me Surely Of Those Exquisite Moments Of Mental Flatulence Which Every Now And Then Inflate The Cerebral Vacuum With A Delicious Sense Of Latent Possibilities-of Stretching Oneself To Cosmic Limits, And Who Would Ever Give Up The Reality Of Dreams For Relative Knowledge?

What One Reads, Or Rather All That Comes To Us, Is Surely Only Of Interest And Value In Proportion As We Find Ourselves Therein, -- Form Given To What Was Vague, What Slumbered Stirred To Life.

You Must Remember That A Woman, By Nature, Needs Much Less To Feed Upon Than A Man, A Few Emotions And She Is Satisfied.

The Difficulty About All This Dying, Is That You Can't Tell A Fellow Anything About It, So Where Does The Fun Come In?

It Is So Comic To Hear Oneself Called Old, Even At Ninety I Suppose!