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Solitude Is Impractical And Yet Society Is Fatal.

Sanity Consists In Not Being Subdued By Your Means. Fancy Prices Are Paid For Position, And For The Culture Of Talent, But To Thegrand Interests, Superficial Success Is Of No Account.

For What Avail The Plough Or Sail, Or Land Or Life, If Freedom Fail?

Circles, Like The Soul, Are Neverending And Turn Round And Round Without A Stop.

Truth Is Beautiful Within And Without, Forevermore.