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Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

Obligations, Hatreds, Injuries; What Did I Expect My Memories To Be? I Was Forgetting Remorse. Now I Have A Complete Past.

There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Keep Me From Being Happy.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.