I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.

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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.

We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.

Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.

Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

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