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Child! Do Not Throw This Book About Refrain From The Unholy Pleasure Of Cutting All The Pictures Out! Preserve It As Your Chiefest Treasure.

The Sea Drives Truth Into A Man Like Salt.

If Any Man Gives You A Wine You Can't Bear, Don't Say It Is Beastly... But Don't Say You Like It. You Are Endangering Your Soul And The Use Of Wine As Well... Seek Out Some Other Wine Good To Your Taste.

But Scientists, Who Ought To Know Assure Us That It Must Be So. Oh, Let Us Never, Never Doubt What Nobody Is Sure About.

It Seems To Be Saying Perpetually; 'i Am The End Of The Nineteenth Century; I Am Glad They Built Me Of Iron; Let Me Rust.' ... It Is Like A Passing Fool In A Crowd Of The University, A Buffoon In The Hall; For All The Things In Paris Has Made, It Alone Has Neither Wits Nor Soul.