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The Mania Of Thinking Renders One Unfit For Every Activity.

Irony Is The Gaiety Of Reflection And The Joy Of Wisdom.

Without Lies Humanity Would Perish Of Despair And Boredom.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.

The Wonder Is, Not That The Field Of Stars Is So Vast, But That Man Has Measured It.