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And The Dream That Our Mind Had Sketched In Haste Shall Others Continue, But Never Complete. For None Upon Earth Can Achieve His Scheme; The Best As The Worst Are Futile Here: We Wake At The Self-same Point Of The Dream, All Is Here Begun, And Finished Elsewhere.

All Who Suffer Are Full Of Hatred; All Who Live Drag A Remorse: The Dead Alone Have Broken Their Chains.

What Is Called Honors And Dignities, And Even Honor And Dignity, Is Generally Fool's Gold.

Dreaming Is Happiness. Waiting Is Life.

Curiosity Is Gluttony. To See Is To Devour.