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Idleness, Pleasure, What Abysses! To Do Nothing Is A Dreary Course To Take, Be Sure Of It. To Live Idle Upon The Substance Of Society! To Be Useless, That Is To Say, Noxious! This Leads Straight To The Lowest Depth Of Misery.

One Resists The Invasion Of Armies; One Does Not Resist The Invasion Of Ideas.

Press On! A Better Fate Awaits Thee.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.