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I Had Let My Digust With Teaching Ruin My Love Of Literature.

I Can Maintain My Sense Of The Sacredness Of Existence Only By Understanding My Own Limitations And Losing My Self-importance.

I Would Rather Give Full Vent To All Human Loves And Disappointments, And Take A Chance On Being Corny, Than Die A Smartass.

Beware, O Wanderer, The Road Is Walking Too.

I Thought, Frankly, That It Would Be More Pleasant To Write A Memoir Than It Was.