Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.

Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.

Unless she married soon, Bond thought for the hundredth time, or had a lover, her cool air of authority might easily become spinsterish and she would join the army of women who had married a career.

Written By Ian Fleming

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