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If You Do Not Think About The Future, You Cannot Have One.

One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's Mouth Is What One Becomes.

The Beginnings And Endings Of All Human Undertakings Are Untidy, The Building Of A House, The Writing Of A Novel, The Demolition Of A Bridge, And, Eminently, The Finish Of A Voyage.

Love Could Never Come To Full Fruition Till It Was Destroyed.

Life Calls The Tune, We Dance.