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I Think, Therefore Matter Is Capable Of Thinking.

The Flesh Endures The Storms Of The Present Alone; The Mind, Those Of The Past And Future As Well As The Present. Gluttony Is A Lust Of The Mind.

Laughter Is Nothing Else But Sudden Glory Arising From Some Sudden Conception Of Some Eminency In Ourselves, By Comparison With The Infirmity Of Others, Or With Our Own Formerly.

Hell Is Truth Seen Too Late.

I Shall Be Glad Then To Find A Hole To Creep Out Of The World.