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Age Is Nothing But Death That Is Conscious.

Death! It Is Rest To The Aged, It Is Oblivion To The Atheist, It Is Immortality To The Poet!

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

There Is Nothing That You May Not Get People To Believe In If You Will Only Tell It Them Loud Enough And Often Enough, Till The Welkin Rings With It.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.