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I've Discovered Nothing. But Do You Remember How Much We Talked When We Were Boys? We Talked Just For The Fun Of It. We Knew Very Well It Was Only Talk, But Still We Enjoyed It.

Things Are Revealed Through The Memories We Have Of Them. Remembering A Thing Means Seeing It Only Then For The First Time.

I Thought Of How Many Places There Are In The World That Belong In This Way To Someone, Who Has It In His Blood Beyond Anyone Else's Understanding.

In General, The Man Who Is Readily Disposed To Sacrifice Himself Is One Who Does Not Know How Else To Give Meaning To His Life. The Profession Of Enthusiasm Is The Most Sickening Of All Insincerities.

Love Is Desire For Knowledge.