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I Can't Forgive My Friends For Dying; I Don't Find These Vanishing Acts Of Theirs At All Amusing.

We Should Nourish Our Souls On The Dew Of Poesy, And Manure Them As Well.

If It's To Be, It's Up To Me.

Self-respecting People Do Not Care To Peep At Their Reflections In Unexpected Mirrors, Or To See Themselves As Others See Them.

For Souls In Growth, Great Quarrels Are Great Emancipations.