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What Is Love? Listen! It Is The Rainbow That Stands Out, In All Its Glorious Many-colored Hues, Illuminating And Making Glad Again The Dark Clouds Of Life. It Is The Morning And The Evening Star, That In Glad Refulgence, There On The Awed Horizon, Call Nature's Hearts To An Uplifted Rejoicing In God's Marvelous Firmament!

Under A Tyranny, Most Friends Are A Liability. One Quarter Of Them Turn "reasonable" And Become Your Enemies, One Quarter Are Afraid To Speak, And One Quarter Are Killed And You Die With Them. But The Blessed Final Quarter Keep You Alive.

Winter Is Not A Season, It's An Occupation.

You're So Earnest About Morality That I Hate To Think How Essentially Immoral You Must Be Underneath.

Love Is The One Thing That Can Really Sure-enough Lighten All Of Life's Dark Clouds.