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I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

Without Ships, We Cannot Live.

God For A Month Of Power & A Good Shorthand Writer.

To Build May Have To Be The Slow And Laborious Task Of Years. To Destroy Can Be The Thoughtless Act Of A Single Day.

The Substance Of The Eminent Socialist Gentlemen's Speech Is That Making A Profit Is A Sin. It Is My Belief That The Real Sin Is Taking A Loss!