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Fatigue Dulls The Pain, But Awakes Enticing Thoughts Of Death. So! That Is The Way In Which You Are Tempted To Overcome Your Loneliness -- By Making The Ultimate Escape From Life. -- No! It May Be That Death Is To Be Your Ultimate Gift To Life: It Must Not Be An Act Of Treachery Against It.

What Makes Loneliness An Anguish Is Not That I Have No One To Share My Burden, But This: I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.

If Even Dying Is To Be Made A Social Function, Then, Grant Me The Favor Of Sneaking Out On Tiptoe Without Disturbing The Party.

The Concept Of Loyalty Is Distorted When It Is Understood To Mean Blind Acceptance. It Is Correctly Interpreted When It Is Assumed To Cover Honest Criticism.

Like Wind-- In It, With It, Of It. Of It Just Like A Sail, So Light And Strong That, Even When It Is Bent Flat, It Gathers All The Power Of The Wind Without Hampering Its Course. Like Light-- In Light, Lit Through By Light, Transformed Into Light. Like The Lens Which Disappears In The Light It Focuses. Like Wind. Like Light. Just This--on These Expanses, On These Heights.