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Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.