"So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."
"Why do you seem so annoyed at what I'm saying?" "Because we're too much like each other. I loathe your face, which is a caricature of mine, I loathe your voice, which is a mockery of mine, I loathe your pathetic syntax, which is my own."
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Source: Discussion. Book by Jorge Luis Borges, 1932.
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