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Chastity Is More A State Of Mind Than Of Anatomy.

There Never Was A Good War Or A Bad Revolution.

Men Love Their Ideas More Than Their Lives. And The More Preposterous The Idea, The More Eager They Are To Die For It. And To Kill For It.

It's All Still There In Heart And Soul. The Walk, The Hills, The Sky, The Solitary Pain And Pleasure-they Will Grow Larger, Sweeter, Lovelier In The Days And Years To Come.

Nothing Could Be Older Than The Daily News, Nothing Deader Than Yesterday's Newspaper.