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If we men married the women we deserved, we should have a very bad time of it.
Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.
Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.