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To Multiply Your Joy, Count Your Blessings.

But The Point Is, Now, At This Moment, Or Any Moment, We're Only Cross-sections Of Our Real Selves. What We Really Are Is The Whole Stretch Of Ourselves, All Our Time, And When We Come To The End Of This Life, All Those Selves, All Our Time, Will Be Us - The Real You, The Real Me. And Then Perhaps We'll Find Ourselves In Another Time, Which Is Only Another Kind Of Dream.

On The 1st Of August, 1774, I Endeavoured To Extract Air From Mercurius Calcinates Per Se [mercury Oxide]; And I Presently Found That, By Means Of This Lens, Air Was Expelled From It Very Readily. … I Admitted Water To It [the Extracted Air], And Found That It Was Not Imbibed By It. But What Surprized Me More Than I Can Well Express, Was, That A Candle Burned In This Air With A Remarkably Vigorous Flame… I Was Utterly At A Loss How To Account For It.

Public Opinion Polls Are Rather Like Children In A Garden, Digging Things Up All The Time To See How They're Growing.

We Don't Live Alone. We Are Members Of One Body. We Are Responsible For Each Other. And I Tell You That The Time Will Soon Come When If Men Will Not Learn That Lesson, Then They Will Be Taught It In Fire And Blood And Anguish. Good Night.