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It is possible to interpret without observing, but not to observe without interpreting.
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Talk about yourself as much as you like, but do not expect others to listen.
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The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.
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Outside books, we avoid colorful characters.
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The beginning of self-knowledge: recognizing that your motives are the same as other people's.
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Unlike the actual, the fictional explains itself.
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Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.
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The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
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Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
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Every literary critic believes he will outwit history and have the last word.
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Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
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Folly always knows the answer.
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Ultimately, blind faith is the only kind.
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Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.
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My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had.
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General statements omit what we really want to know. Example: some horses run faster than others.
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The body has a mind of its own.
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Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.
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While there's life, there's fear.
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An academic dialect is perfected when its terms are hard to understand and refer only to one another.
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Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
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Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.
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I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.
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For many, immaturity is an ideal, not a defect.