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Slang Is A Language That Rolls Up Its Sleeves, Spits On Its Hands And Goes To Work.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.

There Have Been As Many Varieties Of Socialists As There Are Wild Birds That Fly In The Woods And Sometimes Go Up And On Through The Clouds.

The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only What They Have Given Away.

I Tell You The Past Is A Bucket Of Ashes, So Live Not In Your Yesterdays, No Just For Tomorrow, But In The Here And Now. Keep Moving And Forget The Post Mortems; And Remember, No One Can Get The Jump On The Future.