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Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow...

-John Keats ,Ode to a Nightingale

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"He who does not know the truth is merely an idiot. But he who knows it and calls it a lie, is a criminal"

–The life of Galileo, Bertolt Brecht