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The Man Who Is Always Worrying About Whether Or Not His Soul Would Be Damned Generally Has A Soul That Isn't Worth A Damn.

Wisdom Is The Abstract Of The Past, But Beauty Is The Promise Of The Future.

Where We Love Is Home - Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts.

And If I Should Live To Be The Last Leaf Upon The Tree In The Spring, Let Them Smile, As I Do Now, At The Old Forsaken Bough Where I Cling.

What Refuge Is There For The Victim Who Is Oppressed With The Feeling That There Are A Thousand New Books He Ought To Read, While Life Is Only Long Enough For Him To Attempt To Read A Hundred?