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If The Reporter Has Killed Our Imagination With His Truth, He Threatens Our Life With His Lies.

Nothing Is More Horrible Than My Self In The Mirror Of Hysteria. Nothing Is More Vulgar Than My Style In The Hands Of Another. Toimitate Me Is To Punish Me.

My Language Is The Common Prostitute That I Turn Into A Virgin.

How Powerful Social Mores Are! Only A Spider's Web Lies Across The Volcano, Yet It Refrains From Erupting.

Someone Who Can Write Aphorisms Should Not Fritter Away His Time In Essays.