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Yesterday, Happiness Came In Suddenly, As It Used To, And Remained For A Moment In The Great, Dark, Silent Drawing Room.

Perhaps The Greatest Consolation Of The Oppressed Is To Consider Themselves Superior To Their Tyrants.

A Dish Around Which I See Too Many People Doesn't Tempt Me.

Our Life Is A Book That Writes Itself And Whose Principal Themes Sometimes Escape Us. We Are Like Characters In A Novel Who Do Not Always Understand What The Author Wants Of Them.

Thought Flies And Words Go On Foot.