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Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

One Cannot Weep For The Entire World, It Is Beyond Human Strength. One Must Choose.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.