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When One Loves Somebody, Everything Is Clear - Where To Go, What To Do - It All Takes Care Of Itself And One Doesn't Have To Ask Anybody About Anything.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

We Ever Long For Visions Of Beauty, We Ever Dream Of Unknown Worlds.

It Is Quiet Here And Restful And The Air Is Delicious. There Are Gardens Everywhere And Police Spies Lie In The Bushes. There Are Nightingales In Every Garden, But Police Spies Only In Mine, I Think. They Sit Under My Windows In The Darkness Of The Night And Try To Get A Glimpse Of How I Spread Sedition In Russia.

Processing The Human Raw Material Is Naturally More Complicated Than Processing Lumber.