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If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

Victory Brings Obliviousness; Defeat, Attentiveness.

Self-satisfaction And Self-pity Are Both Condemned. What Are People Permitted To Feel About Themselves?

Reality Is The Name We Give To Our Disappointments.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.