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The World Is A Work Of Art That Gives Birth To Itself.

Man Is The Only Animal That Must Be Encouraged To Live.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

Curiosity Creeps Into The Houses Of The Unfortunate And The Needy Under The Name Of Duty Or Of Pity.

We Must Repay Goodness And Wickedness: But Why Exactly To The Person Who Has Done Us A Good Or A Wicked Turn?