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“Happiness is not a ‘bourgeois virtue’. The bourgeois, in essence, is always dissatisfied with what he doesn't have, which is why he will always be unhappy, no matter how much he has. This subject lacks that natural enchantment for existence that can only be found among the most humble - those to whom life has given little in material terms, but very much in spirit.”

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