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I pursue no intentions, no directions; I have no program, no style and no mission.
Our real guide is our own mind, our sense of reason.
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A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.
I pursue no intentions, no directions; I have no program, no style and no mission.
Our real guide is our own mind, our sense of reason.
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
“I’d rather die on my feet, than live upon my knees.”
No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.