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Perhaps No One As Yet Has Been Truthful Enough About What "truthfulness" Is.

He Who Does Not Lie Does Not Know What Truth Is.

Yet Where Is Your Inner Value When You No Longer Know What It Is To Breathe Freely; When You No Longer Have Freedom Over Your Own Selves

Solitude Makes Us Tougher Towards Ourselves And Tenderer Towards Others. In Both Ways It Improves Our Character.

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.