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The Only Wisdom We Can Hope To Acquire Is The Wisdom Of Humility: Humility Is Endless. The Houses Are All Gone Under The Sea. The Dancers Are All Gone Under The Hill.

I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.

If You Will Not Have God (and He Is A Jealous God), You Should Pay Your Respects To Hitler Or Stalin.

Although I Do Not Hope To Turn Again Although I Do Not Hope Although I Do Not Hope To Turn

Because I Know That Time Is Always Time And Place Is Always And Only Place.