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Without Beauty A Girl Is Unhappy Because She Has Missed Her Chance To Be Loved. People Do Not Jeer At Her, They Are Not Cruel To Her, But It Is As If She Were Invisible, No Eyes Follow Her As She Walks. People Feel Uncomfortable When They Are With Her. They Find It Easier To Ignore Her. A Girl Who Is Exceptionally Beautiful, On The Other Hand, Who Has Something Which Too Far Surpasses The Customary Seductive Freshness Of Adolescence, Appears Somehow Unreal. Great Beauty Seems Invariably To Portend Some Tragic Fate.

Love Binds, And It Binds Forever. Good Binds While Evil Unravels. Separation Is Another Word For Evil; It Is Also Another Word For Deceit.

When We Think About The Present, We Veer Wildly Between The Belief In Chance And The Evidence In Favour Of Determinism. When We Think About The Past, However, It Seems Obvious That Everything Happened In The Way That It Was Intended.

Those Who Love Life Do Not Read. Nor Do They Go To The Movies, Actually. No Matter What Might Be Said, Access To The Artistic Universe Is More Or Less Entirely The Preserve Of Those Who Are A Little Fed Up With The World.

Irony Won't Save You From Anything; Humour Doesn't Do Anything At All. You Can Look At Life Ironically For Years, Maybe Decades; There Are People Who Seem To Go Through Most Of Their Lives Seeing The Funny Side, But In The End, Life Always Breaks Your Heart. Doesn't Matter How Brave You Are, Or How Reserved, Or How Much You've Developed A Sense Of Humour, You Still End Up With Your Heart Broken. That's When You Stop Laughing.