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Perfidious Society Masturbators

People Keep A Dog And Are Ruled By This Dog, And Even Schopenhauer Was Ruled In The End Not By His Head, But By His Dog. This Fact Is More Depressing Than Any Other.

Everyone Is A Virtuoso On His Own Instrument, But Together They Add Up To An Intolerable Cacophony.

You Are Never Truly Together With One You Love Until The Person In Question Is Dead And Actually Inside You.

We Only Really Face Up To Ourselves When We Are Afraid.