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There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
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