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Nature, The Great Moloch, Which Exacts A Frightful Tax Of Human Blood, Sparing Neither Young Nor Old; Taking The Child From The Cradle, The Mother From Her Babe, And The Father From The Family.

We Are Constantly Misled By The Ease With Which Our Minds Fall Into The Ruts Of One Or Two Experiences

There Is A Form Of Laughter That Springs From The Heart, Heard Every Day In The Merry Voice Of Childhood, The Expression Of A Laughter - Loving Spirit That Defies Analysis By The Philosopher, Which Has Nothing Rigid Or Mechanical In It, And Totally Without Social Significance. Bubbling Spontaneously From The Heart Of Child Or Man. Without Egotism And Full Of Feeling, Laughter Is The Music Of Life.

Happiness Lies In The Absorption In Some Vocation Which Satisfies The Soul.