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Creatures Whose Mainspring Is Curiosity Enjoy The Accumulating Of Facts Far More Than The Pausing At Times To Reflect On Those Facts.

I Was Different Unique And Always Happy. At School This Attracted Playground Harassment. Nowadays, While I Remain Effervescent, Quicker To Perceive Enmity I Reserve My Warmest Touches And Smiles For Those Who Smolder With Envy.

The Worshipper Of Energy Is Too Physically Energetic To See That He Cannot Explore Certain Higher Fields Until He Is Still.

We Talk Of Our Mastery Of Nature, Which Sounds Very Grand; But The Fact Is We Respectfully Adapt Ourselves, First, To Her Ways.

The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish To Produce Finished Work. It Certainly Deserts Us Half-way, After The Idea Is Born; And If We Go On, It Is Labor.