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What Was Time Itself But The Bloom, The Sheath Enfolding Experience? Within Time, And With Time Alone, There Was Life - The Gleam, The Quiver, The Heartbeat, The Immeasurable Joy And Anguish Of Being.

The Hardest Thing To Believe When You're Young Is That People Will Fight To Stay In A Rut, But Not To Get Out Of One.

I Never Saw The Man Yet That Came Out Of Politics As Clean As He Went Into 'em.

Some Women Enjoy Unhappy Love Affairs, You Know, Though I Have Always Felt That They Are Greatly Overrated.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.