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I Have Lost My Seven Best Friends, Which Is To Say God Has Had Mercy On Me Seven Times Without Realizing It. He Lent A Friendship, Took It From Me, Sent Me Another.

Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

What Is History After All? History Is Facts Which Become Lies In The End.

Without Opium, Plans, Marriages And Journeys Appear To Me Just As Foolish As If Someone Falling Out Of A Window Were To Hope To Make Friends With The Occupants Of The Room Before Which He Passes.

A Car Can Massage Organs Which No Masseur Can Reach. It Is The One Remedy For The Disorders Of The Great Sympathetic Nervous System.