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We Are Ignorant Of The Beyond Because This Ignorance Is The Condition Of Our Own Life. Just As Ice Cannot Know Fire Except By Melting And Vanishing.

We Are So Happy To Advise Others That Occasionally We Even Do It In Their Interest.

I Have A Remarkable Memory; I Forget Everything. It Is Wonderfully Convenient. It Is As Though The World Were Constantly Renewing Itself For Me.

We Don't Understand Life Any Better At Forty Than At Twenty, But We Know It And Admit It

Failure Is Not Our Only Punishment For Laziness; There Is Also The Success Of Others.