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The world is a mirror, and it reflects our ugliness.
The world is a graveyard, and we are its ghosts.
The world is a machine, and we are its broken parts.
The truth is, we are all barbarians.
The words we use to describe the world are the world.
The truth is, we are all waiting to be told who we are.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
The only real prison is the one we build for ourselves.
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
The only thing that can save us is to think differently.
The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.