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What Suffering Has Taught Me Is The Uselessness Of Suffering.

Those Who Write About Life, Reflect About Life. You See In Others Who You Are.

There Is In The Darkness A Unity, If You Will, That Cannot Be Achieved In Any Other Environment, A Blending Of Self With What The Self Perceives, And Exquisite Mystical Experience.

We Can't All Be Friends And Relatives As The World Is; Most Of Us Have To Be Strangers.

As Long As A Man Stays Alive He Can't Tell What Chances Will Pop Up Next. But A Dead Man Signs No Checks.