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You Can't Sweep Other People Off Their Feet, If You Can't Be Swept Off Your Own.

I Was Different Unique And Always Happy. At School This Attracted Playground Harassment. Nowadays, While I Remain Effervescent, Quicker To Perceive Enmity I Reserve My Warmest Touches And Smiles For Those Who Smolder With Envy.

It Is Possible That Our Race May Be An Accident, In A Meaningless Universe, Living Its Brief Life Uncared For, On This Dark, Cooling Star: But Even So - And All The More - What Marvelous Creatures We Are! What Fairy Story, What Tale From The Arabian Nights Of The Jinns, Is A Hundredth Part As Wonderful As This True Fairy Story Of Simians! It Is So Much More Heartening, Too, Than The Tales We Invent. A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is - Blind Or Not - A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe. . . . We Once Thought We Lived On God's Footstool, It May Be A Throne.

Elephants Suffer From Too Much Patience. Their Exhibitions Of It May Seem Superb,-such Power And Such Restraint, Combined, Are Noble,-but A Quality Carried To Excess Defeats Itself.

When Eras Die, Their Legacies Are Left To Strange Police. Professors In New England Guard The Glory That Was Greece.