If You Can’t Laugh Together In Bed,

I'd Like To Be Born The Son Of A Duke With 90,000 Pounds A Year, On An Enormous Estate.... And I'd Like To Have The Most Enormous Library, And I'd Like To Think That I Could Read Those Books Forever And Forever, And Die Unlamented, Unknown, Unsung, Unhonored - And Packed With Information.

How Melancholy A Thing Is Success. Whilst Failure Inspirits A Man, Attainment Reads The Sad Prosy Lesson That All Our Glories "are Shadows, Not Substantial Things." Truly Said The Sayer, "disappointment Is The Salt Of Life" A Salutary Bitter Which Strengthens The Mind For Fresh Exertion, And Gives A Double Value To The Prize.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.

The More I Study Religions The More I Am Convinced That Man Never Worshipped Anything But Himself.

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