Apples

My childhood is singularly remarkable for the fact that I was never forced to steal an apple.

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Pain:

it is not when something ends that we ruminate on past failures, but when something begins

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22. Let no one say that I have said nothing new; the arrangement of the subject is new. When we play tennis, we both play with the same ball, but one of us places it better.
I had as soon it said that I used words employed before. And in the same way if the same thoughts in a different arrangement do not form a different discourse, no more do the same words in their different arrangement form different thoughts!

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