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The Sole Perfection Which Modern Civilization Attains Is A Mechanical One; Machines Are Splendid And Flawless, But The Life Which Serves Them Or Is Served By Them, Is Neither Superb Nor Brilliant, Nor More Perfect Nor More Graceful; Nor Is The Work Of The Machines Perfect; Only They, The Machines, Are Like Gods.

Cognition Is Not Fighting, But Once Someone Knows A Lot, He Will Have Much To Fight For, So Much That He Will Be Called A Relativist Because Of It.

We´re Two, Two For Everything, For Love, Life, For A Fight And Pain, For Hours Of Happiness. Two For Wins And Losses, For Life And For Death - Two!

Much Melancholy Has Devolved Upon Mankind, And It Is Detestable To Me That Might Will Triumph In The End...

Among Human Beings, A Cat Is Merely A Cat; Among Cats, A Cat Is A Prowling Shadow In A Jungle.