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Truth Is A Pain Which Will Not Stop. And The Truth Of This World Is To Die. You Must Choose: Either Dying Or Lying. Personally, I Have Never Been Able To Kill Myself

I Warn You That When The Princes Of This World Start Loving You It Means They Are Going To Grind You Up Into Battle Sausage.

Love Is Like Liquor, The Drunker And More Impotent You Are, The Stronger And Smarter You Think Yourself And The Surer You Are Of Your Rights.

This Instinctive Repulsion Which Tradespeople Inspire In Men Of Sensitive Feeling Is One Of The Very Rare Consolations For Being So Impoverished Which Are Given To Those Of Us Who Don’t Sell Anything To Anybody.

Never Believe Straight Off In A Man's Unhappiness. Ask Him If He Can Still Sleep. If The Answer's "yes," All's Well. That Is Enough.