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Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.
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I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.
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There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
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I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
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I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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