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These Jokes The World Plays, They're Not Funny At All.

The Soul Is A Verb." He Impales A Lit Candle On A Spike. "not A Noun.

I Believe There Is Another World Waiting For Us. A Better World. And I'll Be Waiting For You There.

What Wouldn't I Give Now For A Never-changing Map Of The Ever-constant Ineffable? To Possess, As It Were, An Atlas Of Clouds.

An Idler And A Sluggard Are As Different As A Gourmand And A Glutton.