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Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.
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In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.
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Gentlemen, I am tormented by questions; answer them for me.
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If you can put the question, 'Am I or am I not responsible for my acts?' then you are responsible.
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To achieve perfection, one must first begin by not understanding many things! And if we understand too quickly, we may not understand well.
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I'm drunk but truthful.
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How good life is when one does something good and just!
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From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
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For broad understanding and deep feeling, you need pain and suffering.
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A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel.
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I myself will perhaps cry out with all the rest, looking at the mother embracing her child's tormentor: 'Just art thou, O Lord!' but I do not want to cry out with them. While there's still time, I hasten to defend myself against it, and therefore I absolutely renounce all higher harmony. It is not worth one little tear of even that one tormented child who beat her chest with her little fist and prayed to 'dear God' in a stinking outhouse with her unredeemed tears!
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We are born dead, and we are becoming more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it.
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Don't think I'm talking nonsense because I'm drunk. I'm not a bit drunk. Brandy's all very well, but I need two bottles to make me drunk.
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It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.
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An artist must know the reality he is depicting in its minutest detail. In my opinion we have only one shining example of that - Count Leo Tolstoy.
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Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth.
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We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.
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Even those who have renounced Christianity and attack it, in their inmost being still follow the Christian ideal, for hitherto neither their subtlety nor the ardor of their hearts has been able to create a higher ideal of man and of virtue than the ideal given by Christ.
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It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.
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If it were considered desirable to destroy a human being, the only thing necessary would be to give his work a character of uselessness.
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Taking a new step. . .is what people fear most.
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It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them — the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.
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Money is coined liberty, and so it is ten times dearer to a man who is deprived of freedom. If money is jingling in his pocket, he is half consoled, even though he cannot spend it.
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It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?