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The Meaning Of Life Is That Nobody Knows The Meaning Of Life.

Yes, But The Difference Is That When You're Dead And Somebody Yells, 'everybody Up, It's Morning,' It's Very Hard To Find Your Slippers.

I Call That Mind Free Which Jealously Guards Its Intellectual Rights And Powers, Which Calls No Man Master, Which Does Not Content Itself With A Passive Or Hereditary Faith, [and] Receives New Truth As An Angel From Heaven.

If You Aren't Failing Every Now And Then, You're Probably Playing It Too Safe.

I Was In Analysis For Years Because Of A Traumatic Childhood; I Was Breast-fed Through Falsies.