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Let Us Be Grateful To The Mirror For Revealing To Us Our Appearance Only.

And So There Is No God But Has Been In The Loins Of Past Gods.

It Has Been Said That The Love Of Money Is The Root Of All Evil. The Want Of Money Is So Quite As Truly.

To Give Pain Is The Tyranny; To Make Happy, The True Empire Of Beauty.

What Is Faith But A Kind Of Betting Or Speculation After All? It Should Be, I Bet That My Redeemer Liveth.