Works of art are divided into two categories: those I like and those I don't like. I don't know any other criteria.
Only during difficult times is when people come to understand how difficult it is to own their feelings and thoughts.
When many remedies are suggested for a single ailment, it means that it cannot be cured.
I confess that burying some people is a great pleasure.
A hungry dog only has faith in the meat.
The common man expects the good and the bad from the outside, the thinking man expects it from himself.
The unhappy are selfish, unjust, cruel, and incapable of understanding others. The unhappy do not bring people together, they separate them.
People who live alone always have something on their mind that they would be willing to share.
Love, friendship, and respect do not unite people as much as a common hatred towards something.
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