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Let Me Tell You About The End Of The World. It Happened Fifty Years Ago. Maybe A Hundred. And Since Then It's Been Lovely. I Mean It. Nobody Tries To Bother You. You Can Relax. You Know What? I Like The End Of The World.

The Distances Between The Stars Seem Brief By Contrast To The Distances Between Each Of Us And His Fellows.

Sometimes The Whole World Is Mud Luscious And Puddle Wonderful

Knowledge Is Devalued When It Becomes Too Generally Known

Creativity Is The Ability To See Relationships Where None Exist.