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The Philosophers Must Station Themselves In The Middle.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

The Rich Want Good Wine, The Poor, Plenty Of Wine

The Suffering May Be Moral Or Physical; And In My Opinion It Is Just As Absurd To Call A Man A Coward Who Destroys Himself, As To Call A Man A Coward Who Dies Of A Malignant Fever.

Whoever Strikes At Marriage Either By Word Or Act Undermines The Foundation Of All Moral Society.