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We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.

For The Criminal Who Is Weak And Poor The Narrow Cell Of Death Awaits; But Honor And Glory Await The Rich Who Conceal Their Crimes Behind Their Gold And Silver And Inherited Glory.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful.

All You Have Shall Some Day Be Given. Therefore Give Now, That The Season Of Giving May Be Yours And Not Your Inheritors.

Strange That Creatures Without Backbones Have The Hardest Shells.