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The Terms Which, In His Inmost Heart, Each Man Knows. As I Know Mine. As All Know. For That Is The Truth Of It — That We All Know, God, That We Know, That We Know, We Know, We Know.

The Stillness In Art Characterizes Prayer, And The Eye Of The Storm.

I'm Afraid There's Nothing We Can Do About The Journalists; We Can Only Hope That They Will Die Off As The Deerflies Do Towards The End Of August.

No Realistic, Sane Person Goes Around Chicago Without Protection.

It Seems, After All That There Are No Nonpeculiar People.