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Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards.

There Is No Use Indicting Words, They Are No Shoddier Than What They Peddle.

The Fact Is, It Seems, That The Most You Can Hope Is To Be A Little Less, In The End, The Creature You Were In The Beginning, And The Middle.

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between An Individual And His Environment.

It's A Lot To Ask Of One Creature, It's A Lot To Ask, That He Should First Behave As If He Were Not, Then As If He Were, Before Being Admitted To That Peace Where He Neither Is, Nor Is Not, And Where The Language Dies That Permits Of Such Expressions.