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Let Us Beware Of Common Folk, Of Common Sense, Of Sentiment, Of Inspiration, And Of The Obvious.

Any Man Who Does Not Accept The Conditions Of Life Sells His Soul.

Today I Had A Strange Warning. I Felt The Wind Of Insanity Brush My Mind.

There Is No Dream Of Love, However Ideal It May Be, Which Does Not End Up With A Fat, Greedy Baby Hanging From The Breast.

Where One Should See Only What Is Beautiful, Our Public Looks Only For What Is True.