“As a result, he is hardly ever happy in the place where he is, something in him is already moving forward to the next place, and yet he is never going towards something, always away, away”
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“Forgive me my friend, I tried to hold on, but you fell, you fell”
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"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

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