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With The Farming Of A Verse Make A Vineyard Of The Curse

There Are Bills To Be Paid, Machines To Keep In Repair, Irregular Verbs To Learn, The Time Being To Redeem From Insignificance.

Without Art, We Should Have No Notion Of The Sacred; Without Science, We Should Always Worship False Gods.

Between The Ages Of Twenty And Forty We Are Engaged In The Process Of Discovering Who We Are, Which Involves Learning The Differences Between Accidental Limitations Which It Is Our Duty To Outgrow And The Necessary Limitations Of Our Nature Beyond Which We Cannot Trespass With Impunity.

Art Is Our Chief Means Of Breaking Bread With The Dead.