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Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Pleasure.

Knowledge Is A Weight Added To Conscience.

In The Domain Of Art There Is No Light Without Heat.

A Sewer Is A Cynic. It Tells All.

Large, Heavy, Ragged Black Clouds Hung Like Crape Hammocks Beneath The Starry Cope Of The Night. You Would Have Said That They Were The Cobwebs Of The Firmament.