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Cease, Man, To Mourn, To Weep, To Wail; Enjoy Thy Shining Hour Of Sun; We Dance Along Death's Icy Brink, But Is The Dance Less Full Of Fun?

The Dearest Ambition Of A Slave Is Not Liberty, But To Have A Slave Of His Own.

The Men Were Wild As Ourang-outans, And The Women Fit Only To Flog Cattle.

Of The Gladdest Moments In Human Life, Methinks, Is The Departure Upon A Distant Journey Into Unknown Lands. Shaking Off With One Mighty Effort The Fetters Of Habit, The Leaden Weight Of Routine, The Cloak Of Many Cares And The Slavery Of Civilization, Man Feels Once More Happy.

All Faith Is False, All Faith Is True. Truth Is The Shattered Mirror Strown In Myriad Bits, While Each Believes His Little Bit The Whole To Own.