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And If There Is No Lining To The World? If A Thrush On A Branch Is Not A Sign, But Just A Thrush On The Branch? If Night And Day Make No Sense Following Each Other?

Irony Is The Glory Of Slaves.

A Man Should Not Love The Moon. An Ax Should Not Lose Weight In His Hand. His Garden Should Smell Of Rotting Apples, And Grow A Fair Amount Of Nettles.

When I Curse Fate, It's Not Me, But The Earth In Me.

All Of Us Yearn For The Highest Wisdom, But We Have To Rely On Ourselves In The End.