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Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

Few People Have The Imagination For Reality.

It Is Related Of An Englishman That He Hanged Himself To Avoid The Daily Task Of Dressing And Undressing.

As Long As You Are Not Aware Of The Continual Law Of Die And Be Again, You Are Merely A Vague Guest On A Dark Earth.

The Intelligent Man Finds Almost Everything Ridiculous, The Sensible Man Hardly Anything.