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I Have Often Admired The Mystical Way Of Pythagoras, And The Secret Magick Of Numbers.

I Have Tried If I Could Reach That Great Resolution . . . To Be Honest Without A Thought Of Heaven Or Hell.

But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth Her Poppy, And Deals With The Memory Of Men Without Distinction To Merit Of Perpetuity.

The Noblest Digladiation Is In The Theatre Of Ourselves.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life. I Shall Find One.