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Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!
Words Are Only Painted Fire; A Look Is The Fire Itself.
Does Wisdom Perhaps Appear On The Earth As A Raven Which Is Inspired By The Smell Of Carrion?
You show your worth by what you seek.
Love Is Blind; Friendship Closes Its Eyes.
We Continue To Shape Our Personality All Our Life. If We Knew Ourselves Perfectly, We Should Die.
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
Men Occasionally Stumble Over The Truth, But Most Of Them Pick Themselves Up And Hurry Off As If Nothing Had Happened.
Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.
Our Scientific Power Has Outrun Our Spiritual Power. We Have Guided Missiles And Misguided Men.
