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Thought for the Day


A great deal of virtue and piety is simply the easy price we pay in order to justify a life that is essentially trifling. Nothing is so cheap as the evasion purchased by just enough good conduct to make one pass as a "serious person."

--Thomas Merton--
Conjectures of A Guilty Bystander: 195.

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