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One Must Place One's Principles In Big Things. For The Small, Graciousness Will Suffice.

[love] Is The Type Of Disease That Spares Neither The Intelligent Nor The Idiotic.

Our Reason Has Driven All Away. Alone At Last, We End Up Ruling Over A Desert.

Maman Died Today. Or Yesterday Maybe, I Don't Know. I Got A Telegram From The Home: 'mother Deceased. Funeral Tomorrow. Faithfully Yours.' That Doesn't Mean Anything. Maybe It Was Yesterday.

Fiction Is The Lie Through Which We Tell The Truth.