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We Shelter An Angel Within Us. We Must Be The Guardians Of That Angel.

And Now I Have To Confess The Unpardonable And The Scandalous. I Am A Happy Man. And I Am Going To Tell You The Secret Of My Happiness. It Is Quite Simple. I Love Mankind. I Love Love. I Hate Hate. I Try To Understand And Accept.

Love Is Mainly An Affair Of Short Spasms. If These Spasms Disappoint Us, Love Dies. It Is Very Seldom That It Weathers The Experience And Becomes Friendship.

Mirrors Would Do Well To Reflect A Little More Before Sending Back Images.

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.