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In The World Of The Dreamer There Was Solitude: All The Exaltations And Joys Came In The Moment Of Preparation For Living. They Took Place In Solitude.

Because History Is Only An Aggregate Of Personal Hostilities, Personal Prejudices, Personal Blindness And Irrationality, There Are Times When We Have To Live Against It.

We Do Not See The World As It Is. We See The Word As We Are.

In My Dreams I Sleep With Everybody.

Violence Is A Symptom Of Impotence.