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She Stood In Front Of The Mirror A Long Time, And Finally Decided She Either Looked Like A Sap Or Else She Looked Very Beautiful. One Or The Other.

Resentment Is The Most Precious Flower Of Poverty.

Once You Have Lived With Another, It Is A Great Torture To Have To Live Alone.

For In A Swift Radiance Of Illumination He Saw A Glimpse Of Human Struggle And Valor. Of The Endless Fluid Passage Of The Humanity Through Endless Time. And Of Those Who Labor And Of Those Who - One Word- Love. His Soul Expanded. But For A Moment Only. For In Him, He Felt A Warning, A Shaft Of Terror.

It Was Better To Be In A Jail Where You Could Bang The Walls Than In A Jail You Could Not See.