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A Man Who Would Mutilate Himself Is Well Damned, Isn't He?

If A Writer Is Convinced That He Is Honest, Then It Is Very Difficult For Him To Be A Bad Writer.

The Aims Of Life Are The Best Defense Against Death.

We Will Not Return No One Must Leave Here And So Carry To The World, Together With The Sign Impressed On His Skin, The Evil Tidings Of What Man's Presumption Made Of Man In Auschwitz

There Is Auschwitz, And So There Cannot Be God.