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Tolerance Is Just A Makeshift, Suitable For An Overcrowded And Overheated Planet. It Carries On When Love Gives Out, And Love Generally Gives Out As Soon As We Move Away From Our Home And Our Friends.

Faith, To My Mind, Is A Stiffening Process, A Sort Of Mental Starch.

Freedom Does Not Guarantee Masterpieces.

It Comes To This Then: There Always Have Been People Like Me And Always Will Be, And Generally They Have Been Persecuted.

For You Cannot Have Gentility Without Paying For It.