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They [dogs] Never Talk About Themselves But Listen To You While You Talk About Yourself, And Keep Up An Appearance Of Being Interested In The Conversation.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than The Love That Has Weathered The Storms Of Life. The Love Of The Young For The Young, That Is The Beginning Of Life. But The Love Of The Old For The Old, That Is The Beginning Of Things Longer.

Among All Nations There Should Be Vast Temples Raised Where People Might Worship In Silence And Listen To It, For It Is The Voice Of God

Seek Out Some Retired And Old-world Spot, Far From The Madding Crowd, And Dream Away A Sunny Week Among Its Drowsy Lanes - Some Half-forgotten Nook, Hidden Away By The Fairies, Out Of Reach Of The Noisy World - Some Quaint-perched Eyrie On The Cliffs Of Time, From Whence The Surging Waves Of The Nineteenth Century Would Sound Far-off And Faint.

The World Must Be Rather A Rough Place For Clever People. Ordinary Folk Dislike Them, And As For Themselves, They Hate Each Other Most Cordially.