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I Must Play The Instrument I've Got.

At Moments I Dislike Having A Face, A Nose, Lips, Because He Has Them.

The Life Of Every Citizen Is Becoming A Business. This, It Seems To Me, Is One Of The Worst Interpretations Of The Meaning Of Human Life History Has Ever Seen. Man's Life Is Not A Business.

Language Is A Spiritual Mansion In Which You Live And Nobody Has The Right To Evict You.

Alternatives, And Particularly Desirable Alternatives, Grow Only On Imaginary Trees.