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Cynicism Is The Only Form In Which Base Souls Approach Honesty.

Alas, Where Is There Still A Sea In Which One Could Drown: Thus Our Lament Resounds – Across Shallow Swamps.

In True Love It Is The Soul That Envelops The Body.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

The Criminal Is Quite Frequently Not Equal To His Deed: He Belittles And Slanders It.