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Time, Matter, Space - All, It May Be, Are No More Than A Point.

When One Compares The Talents One Has With Those Of A Leibniz , One Is Tempted To Throw Away One's Books And Go Die Quietly In The Dark Of Some Forgotten Corner.

Does Anyone Really Know Where They're Going To?

Happiest Are The People Who Give Most Happiness To Others.

It Is Raining Bombs On The House Of The Lord. I Go In Fear And Trembling Lest One Of These Terrible Bombers Gets Into Difficulties.