You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
[Vous êtes sur terre, c’est sans remède!]
(Grove Press, ed. 1957), Page 53
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Selfishness must always be forgiven, you know, because there is no hope of a cure.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Great passions are hopeless diseases. That which could cure them is the first thing to make them really dangerous.
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