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I Had Very Good Dentures Once. Some Magnificent Gold Work. It's The Only Form Of Jewelry A Man Can Wear That Women Fully Appreciate.

The Sense Of Unhappiness Is So Much Easier To Convey Than That Of Happiness. In Misery We Seem Aware Of Our Own Existence, Even Though It May Be In The Form Of A Monstrous Egotism: This Pain Of Mine Is Individual, This Nerve That Winces Belongs To Me And To No Other. But Happiness Annihilates Us: We Lose Our Identity.

If You Live In A Place For Long You Cease To Read About It.

Pain Is Easy To Write. In Pain We're All Happily Individual. But What Can One Write About Happiness?

We Can Love With Our Minds, But Can We Love Only With Our Minds? Love Extends Itself All The Time, So That We Can Love Even With Our Senseless Nails: We Love Even With Our Clothes, So That A Sleeve Can Feel A Sleeve.