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La Possession De Ce Qu'on Aime Est Une Joie Plus Grande Encore Que L'amour. Possessing What One Loves Is An Even Greater Joy Than Love Itself.

There Are Optical Illusions In Time As Well As Space.

We Love Only What We Do Not Wholly Possess.

Everybody Calls "clear" Those Ideas Which Have The Same Degree Of Confusion As His Own.

One Must Never Miss An Opportunity Of Quoting Things By Others Which Are Always More Interesting Than Those One Thinks Up Oneself.