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I Believe The Moment Of Birth Is When We Have Knowledge Of Death I Believe The Season Of Birth Is The Season Of Sacrifice.

Those Who Say They Give The Public What It Wants Begin By Underestimating Public Taste And End By Debauching It.

We Had The Experience, But We Missed The Meaning.

Love Is The Unfamiliar Name Behind The Hands That Wove The Intolerable Shirt Of Flame Which Human Power Cannot Remove.

Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal.