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The Realities Of Life Do Not Allow Themselves To Be Forgotten.

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

She Might Have Melted A Heart Of Stone, But Nothing Can Melt A Heart Of Wood.

This Conflict Between Right And Fact Has Endured Since The Origins Of Society. To Bring The Duel To An End, To Consolidate The Pure Ideal With The Human Reality, To Make The Right Peacefully Interpenetrate The Fact, And The Fact The Right, This Is The Work Of The Wise.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.