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I Ask A Wreathwhich Will Not Crush My Head. And There Is No Hurry About It; I Shall Have, Doubtless, A Boom After My Funeral, Seeing That Long Standing Increases All Things Regardless Of Quality.

Wars Are Made To Make Debt.

All Great Art Is Born Of The Metropolis.

No Man Understands A Deep Book Until He Has Seen And Lived At Least Part Of Its Contents.

To Break The Pentameter, That Was The First Heave