Books are never out of humour; never envious or jealous, they answer all questions with readiness; ... they teach us how to live and how to die; they dispel melancholy by their mirth, and amuse by their wit; they prepare the soul to suffer everything and desire nothing; they introduce us to ourselves.
Holbrook JacksonWhy did Nature create man? Was it to show that she is big enough to make mistakes, or was it pure ignorance?
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