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He Travels The Fastest Who Travels Alone.

There Are Gems Of Wondrous Brightness Ofttimes Lying At Our Feet, And We Pass Them, Walking Thoughtless, Down The Busy, Crowded Street. If We Knew, Our Pace Would Slacken, We Would Step More Oft With Care, Lest Our Careless Feet Be Treading To The Earth Some Jewel Rare.

The World Is Very Lovely, And It's Very Horrible--and It Doesn't Care About Your Life Or Mine Or Anything Else.

If You Can Keep Your Wits About You While All Others Are Losing Theirs, And Blaming You. The World Will Be Yours And Everything In It, What's More, You'll Be A Man, My Son.

Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man In Love.