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Like Integrity, Love Of Life Was Not A Subject To Be Studied, It Was A Contagion To Be Caught. And You Had To Catch It From Someone Who Had It.

There Is A Sad Disconnectedness That Overcomes A Library When Its Owner Is Gone.

A Good Friend Of My Son's Is A Son To Me.

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

Guard Your Honor. Let Your Reputation Fall Where It Will. And Outlive The Bastards.