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When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies?

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.

I Have Other Fish To Fry.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.

Let Every Man Look Before He Leaps.