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You Think You Are Dying For Your Country; You Die For The Industrialists.

Word-carpentry Is Like Any Other Kind Of Carpentry: You Must Join Your Sentences Smoothly.

God, Conquered, Will Become Satan; Satan, Conquering, Will Become God. May The Fates Spare Me This Terrible Lot; I Love The Hell Which Formed My Genius. I Love The Earth Where I Have Done Some Good, If It Be Possible To Do Any Good In This Fearful World Where Beings Live But By Rapine.

In Order That Knowledge Be Properly Digested It Must Have Been Swallowed With A Good Appetite.

People Who Have No Weaknesses Are Terrible; There Is No Way Of Taking Advantage Of Them.