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The Value Of A Sentiment Is The Amount Of Sacrifice You Are Prepared To Make For It.

Once Admit That We Have The Right To Inflict Unnecessary Suffering And You Destroy The Very Basis Of Human Society.

It Is An Age Of Stir And Change, A Season Of New Wine And Old Bottles. Yet, Assuredly, In Spite Of Breakages And Waste, A Wine Worth The Drinking Is All The Time Being Made.

By The Cigars They Smoke, And The Composers They Love, Ye Shall Know The Texture Of Men's Souls.

Only Love Makes Fruitful The Soul.