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The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild At First.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

The Principal Rule Of Art Is To Please And To Move. All The Other Rules Were Created To Achieve This First One.

You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify Yourself.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.