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I Distrust The Incommunicable; It Is The Source Of All Violence

One Should Commit No Stupidity Twice, The Variety Of Choice Is, In The End, Large Enough.

All I Want Is' - And He Uttered The Final Words Through Clenched Teeth And With A Sort Of Shame - 'to Retain My Freedom.' I Should Myself Have Thought,' Said Jacques, 'that Freedom Consisted In Frankly Confronting Situations Into Which One Had Deliberately Entered, And Accepting All One's Responsibilities. But That, No Doubt, Is Not Your View.

Originally, Poetry Creates The Myth, While The Prose-writer Draws Its Portrait.

To Eat Is To Appropriate By Destruction.