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An Old Mans Memories, Like His Bones, Grow Sharp With Age And Show Their True Shapes.

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.

It Was As Dark As The Inside Of A Cabinet Minister.

It Is Sometimes Said That Toleration Should Be Refused To The Intolerant. In Practice This Would Destroy It... The Only Remedy For Dogmatism And Lies Is Toleration And The Greatest Possible Liberty Of Expression.

Old Men When They Begin To Hear The Last Trumpet, On The Morning Breeze, Often Have A Kind Of Absent-minded Smile; Like People Listening. And Their Smiles Are Just Politeness.