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The Finger That Turns The Dial Rules The Air.

It May Be True That You Can't Fool All The People All The Time, But You Can Fool Enough Of Them To Rule A Large Country.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.

The Past Is Not Dead. Indeed, It Is Often Not Even Past.

If You Wish To Be Loved, Be Modest; If You Wish To Be Admired, Be Proud; If You Wish Both, Combine External Modesty With Internal Pride.