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Marking A Book Is Literally An Experience Of Your Differences Or Agreements With The Author. It Is The Highest Respect You Can Pay Him.

I Stand Amid The Roar Of A Surf-tormented Shore, And I Hold Within My Hand Grains Of Golden Sand- How Few! Yet How They Creep Through My Fingers To The Deep, While I Weep- While I Weep!

Who Cares How Time Advances? I Am Drinking Ale Today.

You Will Observe That The Stories Told Are All About Money-seekers, Not About Money-finders.

Mysteries Force A Man To Think, And So Injure His Health.