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There Is No Beast, No Rush Of Fire, Like Woman So Untamed. She Calmly Goes Her Way Where Even Panthers Would Be Shamed.

Words Give Wings To The Mind And Make A Man Soar To Heaven.

You Cannot Teach A Crab To Walk Straight.

Times Change. The Vices Of Your Age Are Stylish Today.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.