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utorak, 19.10.2010.

There is an applause superior to that of the multitudes: one's own.

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?
I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by.
Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
There are several good protections against temptations, but the surest is cowardice.
The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.
Where facts are few, experts are many.
History is more or less bunk.

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