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People In General Attach Too Much Importance To Words. They Are Under The Illusion That Talking Effects Great Results. As A Matter Of Fact, Words Are, As A Rule, The Shallowest Portion Of All The Argument. They But Dimly Represent The Great Surging Feelings And Desires Which Lie Behind. When The Distraction Of The Tongue Is Removed, The Heart Listens.

It Isn't Myself That's Important In This Transaction Apparently; The Individual Doesn't Count Much In The Situation...all Of Us Are More Or Less Pawns. We're Moved About Like Chessmen By Circumstances Over Which We Have No Control.

Words Are But The Vague Shadows Of The Volumes We Mean. Little Audible Links, They Are, Chaining Together Great Inaudible Feelings And Purposes.

Let No One Underestimate The Need Of Pity. We Live In A Stony Universe Whose Hard, Brilliant Forces Rage Fiercely.

Life Is A God-damned, Stinking, Treacherous Game And Nine Hundred And Ninety-nine Men Out Of A Thousand Are Bastards.