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There Is One Privilege We'll Never Lose; Currently It's Called Nationality. It Means That Everyone Was Born Somewhere, Which Is Infact Self-evident.

Since People No Longer Attend Church, Theater Remains As The Only Public Service, And Literature As The Only Private Devotion.

The Manifestation Of Poetry In External Life Is Formal Perfection. True Sentiment Grows Within, And Art Must Represent Internal Phenomena Externally.

Love Wants To Be Confirmed With Concrete Symbols, But Recklessness Loves Instability.

Critics Are Reprimanded When They Get Sarcastic. How Absurd! Is The Torch Of Criticism Supposed To Shine Without Burning?