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The Old Man, Especially If He Is In Society In The Privacy Of His Thoughts, Though He May Protest The Opposite, Never Stops Believing That, Through Some Singular Exception Of The Universal Rule, He Can In Some Unknown And Inexplicable Way Still Make An Impression On Women.

If The Best Company Is That Which We Leave Feeling Most Satisfied With Ourselves, It Follows That It Is The Company We Leave Most Bored.

Freedom Is The Dream You Dream While Putting Thought In Chains Again --

Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, For It Deprives Man Of All Pleasures While Allowing His Appetites To Remain, And It Brings With It Every Possible Sorrow. Yet Men Fear Death And Desire Old Age.

Rest Forever, Tired Heart. The Final Illusion Has Perished. The One We Believed Eternal Is Gone. Just Like That. Out The Door Desire Follows Hope. Rest Forever. Enough Throbbing. Nothing Deserves Your Attention Nor Is The Earth Worth A Sigh. Bitterness And Boredom Is Life, Nothing Else Ever, And The World Is Mud. Quiet Now. Despair For The Last Time. Fate Gives Us Dying As A Gift. Now Turn From The Hills, The Ugly Hidden Power Which Rules For The Common Evil And The Infinite Vanity Of It All.