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Men And Women Consume One Another Rapidly In What Is Called "the Act Of Love," Or Else Settle Down To A Mild Habit Of Conjugality. We Seldom Find A Mean Between These Two Extremes.

Men Who Have Greatness Within Them Don't Go In For Politics.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.

Sometimes, Carrying On, Just Carrying On, Is The Superhuman Achievement.

A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is For Ever Bound To It.