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Only Two Things Are Infinite, The Universe And Human Stupidity, And I'm Not Sure About The Former.

It Is Not A Lack Of Real Affection That Scares Me Away Again And Again From Marriage. Is It A Fear Of The Comfortable Life, Of Nice Furniture, Of Dishonor That I Burden Myself With, Or Even The Fear Of Becoming A Contented Bourgeois.

Play Is The Highest From Of Research.

One Cannot Deal With A Problem With The Same Thinking That Creates It.

He Who Finds A Thought That Lets Us A Little Deeper Into The Eternal Mystery Of Nature Has Been Granted Great Peace.