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But Youth Isn't Happy. Youth Is Sadder Than Age.

I Have Little Faith In The Theory That Organized Killing Is The Best Prelude To Peace.

It Is Lovely, When I Forget All Birthdays, Including My Own, To Find That Somebody Remembers Me.

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.

He Knows So Little And Knows It So Fluently.