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Life Is A Very Sad Piece Of Buffoonery, Because We Have .. The Need To Fool Ourselves Continuously By The Spontaneous Creation Of A Reality .. Which, From Time To Time, Reveals Itself To Be Vain And Illusory.

Each Of Us When He Appears Before His Fellows Is Clothed In A Certain Dignity. But Every Man Knows What Unconfessable Things Pass Within The Secrecy Of His Own Heart.

The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend. We Are All Imprisoned By Facts: I Was Born, I Exist.

A Fact Is Like A Sack Which Won't Stand Up If It's Empty. In Order That It May Stand Up, One Has To Put Into It The Reason And Sentiment Which Caused It To Exist.

There Is Someone Who Is Living My Life. And I Know Nothing About Him.