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Lord, Grant That My Work Increase Knowledge And Help Other Men. Failing That, Lord, Grant That It Will Not Lead To Man’s Destruction. Failing That, Lord, Grant That My Article In Brain Be Published Before The Destruction Takes Place.

You Live In A Deranged Age, More Deranged Than Usual Because In Spite Of Great Scientific And Technological Advances, Man Has Not The Faintest Idea Of Who He Is Or What He Is Doing.

My Mother Refused To Let Me Fail. So I Insisted.

We Love Those Who Know The Worst Of Us And Don't Turn Their Face Away.

Maybe There Are Times When An Honest Hatred Serves Us Better Than Love Corrupted By Sentimentality, Meretriciousness, Sententiousness, Cuteness.