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The Mark Of An Honest Man... Is That He Means What He Says And Knows What He Means.

The Sky Is Like A Black Sieve Pierced By Silver Drops That Tremble, Ready To Burst Through.

Man's Character Is The Product Of His Premises.

I Think It's A Sin To Sit Down And Let Your Life Go Without Making A Try For It.

Since Reason Is Man’s Basic Means Of Survival, That Which Is Proper To The Life Of A Rational Being Is The Good; That Which Negates, Opposes Or Destroys It Is The Evil.