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Each Minute Bursts In The Burning Room,the Great Globe Reels In The Solar Fire,spinning The Trivial And Unique Away.(how All Things Flash! How All Things Flare!)what Am I Now That I Was Then?may Memory Restore Again And Againthe Smallest Color Of The Smallest Day:time Is The School In Which We Learn,time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

Love Is The Tact Of Every Good, The Only Warmth, The Only Peace.

I Am Of Russian-jewish Distraction.

I Always Cause Those Who Are Near To Me More Suffering Than Pleasure.

All Literature Is An Effort At The Formal Character Of The Epigram.