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The Only Way To Truly Know A Person Is To Argue With Them. For When They Argue In Full Swing, Then They Reveal Their True Character.

Live With The Objective Of Being Happy.

I Also Have A Brand-new Prescription For Gunfire Jitters: When The Shooting Gets Loud, Proceed To The Nearest Wooden Staircase. Run Up And Down A Few Times, Making Sure To Stumble At Least Once. What With The Scratches And The Noise Of Running And Falling, You Won't Even Be Able To Hear The Shooting, Much Less Worry About It. Yours Truly Has Put This Magic Formula To Use, With Great Success!

In Spite Of Everything I Still Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart. I Simply Can’t Build Up My Hopes On A Foundation Consisting Of Confusion, Misery, And Death. I See The World Gradually Being Turned Into A Wilderness, I Hear The Ever Approaching Thunder, Which Will Destroy Us Too, I Can Feel The Sufferings Of Millions And Yet, If I Look Up Into The Heavens, I Think That It Will All Come Right, That This Cruelty Too Will End, And That Peace And Tranquility Will Return Again.

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.