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Man Makes A Great Fuss About This Planet Which Is Only A Ballbearing In The Hub Of The Universe.

All Cities Are Mad: But The Madness Is Gallant. All Cities Are Beautiful: But The Beauty Is Grim.

The Courage Of The Poet Is To Keep Ajar The Door That Leads Into Madness.

God Made Man Merely To Hear Some Praise Of What He'd Done On Those Five Days.

There Are A Lot Of People Who Must Have The Table Laid In The Usual Fashion Or They Will Not Enjoy The Dinner.