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There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

At this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

Given the existence … of a personal God … who … loves us dearly … it is established beyond all doubt … that man … wastes and pines … for reasons unknown.

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.