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Something In Me Vibrates To A Dusky, Dreamy Smell Of Dying Moons And Shadows.

Oh, The Secret Life Of Man And Woman--dreaming How Much Better We Would Be Than We Are If We Were Somebody Else Or Even Ourselves, And Feeling That Our Estate Has Been Unexploited To Its Fullest.

A Vacuum Can Only Exist, I Imagine, By The Things Which Enclose It.

One Illusion Is As Good As Another.

The Purpose Of Life On Earth Is That The Soul Should Grow - So Growl By Doing What Is Right.