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Love Is Life's Snow. It Falls Deepest And Softest Into The Gashes Left By The Fight - Whiter And Purer Than Snow Itself.

I Demolish My Bridges Behind Me - Then There Is No Choice But Forward.

Man Wants To Know, And When He Ceases To Do So, He Is No Longer A Man.

Is It Not In The Struggle To Obtain Knowledge That Happiness Exists? I Am Very Ignorant, Consequently The Conditions Of Happiness Are Mine.

The Difficult Is What Takes A Little Time; The Impossible Is What Takes A Little Longer.