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There Is No Sin So Great As Ignorance. Remember This.

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

If You Can Meet Success And Failure And Treat Them Both As Impostors, Then You Are A Balanced Man, My Son.

I Have Seen Something Of This World," She Said Over The Trays, "and There Are But Two Sorts Of Women In It-- Those Who Take The Strength Out Of A Man, And Those Who Put It Back. Once I Was That One, And Now I Am This.