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The Key To Success Is Simple. Make People Dream.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

The Enthusiasm Of Old Men Is Singularly Like That Of Infancy.

How Have I Been Able To Live So Long Outside Nature Without Identifying Myself With It? Everything Lives, Moves, Everything Corresponds; The Magnetic Rays, Emanating Either From Myself Or From Others, Cross The Limitless Chain Of Created Things Unimpeded; It Is A Transparent Network That Covers The World, And Its Slender Threads Communicate Themselves By Degrees To The Planets And Stars. Captive Now Upon Earth, I Commune With The Chorus Of The Stars Who Share In My Joys And Sorrows.

When The Soul Drifts Uncertainly Between Life And The Dream, Between The Mind's Disorder And The Return To Cool Reflection, It Is In Religious Thought That We Should Seek Consolation.