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There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake.

Or Shall I Go Out As A Light Does, Not First Blown Out By The Wind, But Grown Tired And Weary Of Itself - A Burnt Out Light? Or Finally, Shall I Blow Myself Out, So As Not To Burn Out?

The Aphorism, The Apothegm, In Which I Am The First Among The Germans To Be A Master, Are The Forms Of “eternity”; It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Everyone Else Says In A Book — What Everyone Else Does Not Say In A Book.

Sometimes We Owe A Friend To The Lucky Circumstance That We Give Him No Cause For Envy.