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There Are Three Natural Anaesthetics: Sleep, Fainting, And Death.

The Ideas Of The Classics, So Far As Living, Are Our Commonplaces. It Is The Modern Books That Give Us The Latest And Most Profound Conceptions. It Seems To Me Rather A Lazy Makeshift To Mumble Over The Familiar.

We Are All Sentenced To Capital Punishment For The Crime Of Living, And Though The Condemned Cell Of Our Earthly Existence Is But A Narrow And Bare Dwelling-place, We Have Adjusted Ourselves To It, And Made It Tolerably Comfortable For The Little While We Are To Be Confined In It.

Every Now And Then A Man's Mind Is Stretched By A New Idea Or Sensation, And Never Shrinks Back To Its Former Dimensions.

Men Are Tattooed With Their Special Beliefs Like So Many South Sea Islanders; But A Real Human Heart With Divine Love In It Beats With The Same Glow Under All The Patterns Of All Earth's Thousand Tribes.