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How Long Have I Been Here, What A Question, I've Often Wondered. And Often I Could Answer, An Hour, A Month, A Year, A Century, Depending On What I Meant By Here, And Me, And Being, And There I Never Went Looking For Extravagant Meanings, There I Never Much Varied, Only The Here Would Sometimes Seem To Vary.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.

I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must Find Out For Himself What Is Meant

We Spend Our Life, It's Ours, Trying To Bring Together In The Same Instant A Ray Of Sunshine And A Free Bench