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I Hope That Even If You Remember Not A Single Word Of Mine, You Remember Those Of Seneca, Another Of Those Old Romans I Met When I Fled Down The Classics Corridor, In Retreat From Career Ladders, In Search Of Ancient Wisdom: As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters.

I Like The Distinction. It Enables Me To Have More Easygoing Encounters In My Private Life.

Their Reward For Enduring The Awful Experience Was The Right To Tell People About It.

Happiness Can Be Found, Even In The Darkest Of Times, If One Only Remembers To Turn On The Light.

It's The Same Story With A Few Crucial Additions; The Most Important One Is You.