We live in a time when there dawns upon us a realization that the people on the other side of the mountain are not made up exclusively of redheaded devils responsible for all the evil on this side of the mountain.

Fraud is the homage that force pays to reason.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.

Lechery, lechery! Still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them!

Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.

I startled a weasel who startled me, and we exchanged a long glance… Our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key.

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