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Harrow The House Of The Dead; Look Shining At New Styles Of Architecture, A Change Of Heart.

Slavery Is So Intolerable A Condition That The Slave Can Hardly Escape Deluding Himself Into Thinking That He Is Choosing To Obey His Master's Commands When, In Fact, He Is Obliged To. Most Slaves Of Habit Suffer From This Delusion And So Do Some Writers, Enslaved By An All Too Personal Style.

There Is No Love; There Are Only The Various Envies, All Of Them Sad.

Civilizations Should Be Measured By The Degree Of Diversity Attained And The Degree Of Unity Retained.

Geniuses Are The Luckiest Of Mortals Because What They Must Do Is The Same As What They Most Want To Do.