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Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.
his face bore an expression that mingled haughty disdain with a tender, ardent sympathy, as if he would love all things if only his nature could let him forget their defects.
A truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. • WILLIAM BLAKE •
You are a cesspit of moral filth.”
My soul, do not seek eternal life, but exhaust the realm of the possible. • PINDAR •
