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Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies.
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"Without bigots, eccentrics, cranks and heretics the world would not progress."
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"If in the last few years you haven't discarded a major opinion or acquired a new one, check your pulse. You may be dead."
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There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lies happiness.
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"Ah, yes, I wrote the "Purple Cow" -- I'm sorry, now, I wrote it! But I can tell you, anyhow, I'll kill you if you quote it."
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