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utorak, 27.07.2010.

A poem is no place for an idea.

Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.
It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Self-importance is our greatest enemy. Think about it - what weakens us is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of our fellowmen. Our self-importance requires that we spend most of our lives offended by someone.
It is my hope that I can assist you in getting here too.






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