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Tragedy Has The Great Moral Defect Of Giving Too Much Importance To Life And Death.

Vain Is Equivalent To Empty; Thus Vanity Is So Miserable A Thing, That One Cannot Give It A Worse Name Than Its Own. It Proclaims Itself For What It Is.

In Love, Everything Is True, Everything Is False; It Is The One Subject On Which One Cannot Express An Absurdity.

The Most Wasted Day Of All Is That On Which We Have Not Laughed.

There Aren't Many Benefactors Who Don't Say, Like Satan: All These Things Will I Give You If You Bow Down And Worship Me.