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If every surface you touch is cold, never go home

I can't feel a thing, my dreams are so tight

gain the world but lose yourself

"Anything that does harm to oneself or one's neighbor deserves to be called a vice. Isn't it sad enough that we cannot make each other happy? Must we rob one another of the pleasure every heart can sometimes provide for itself? Show me the person who is ill-humored yet good enough to bear it alone, without destroying the happiness around him. Isn't ill humor actually an inner annoyance with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves, and isn't it somehow always connected with the envy that is egged on by our own foolish vanity? We see happy people whom we are not making happy, and we cannot bear it."


"We're all equal in the evil and beauty we're capable of producing."

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