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Life Is Fountain Of Joy; But Where The Rabble Also Gather To Drink, All Wells Are Poisoned.

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

When One Is Young, One Venerates And Despises Without That Art Of Nuances Which Constitutes The Best Gain Of Life.

When You Stare Into An Abyss For A Long Time, The Abyss Also Stares Into You.

The Will To Truth Is Merely The Longing For A Stable World.