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Art begins in imitation and ends in innovation.
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A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings.
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Writers mean more than they say and say more than they mean.
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Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
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Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.
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Women encourage men to be childish, then scold them.
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To confer dignity, forgive. To express contempt, forget.
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Logic and fact keep interfering with the easy flow of conversation.
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Folly always knows the answer.
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Ultimately, blind faith is the only kind.
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Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.
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People may show jealousy, but hide their envy.
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I have learned to keep to myself how exceptional I am.
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Many gloat over their own troubles.
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Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.
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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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Kindness eases everything almost as much as money does.
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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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The body has a mind of its own.
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The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul.
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The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
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It is possible to interpret without observing, but not to observe without interpreting.
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Scepticism is always a back road leading to some credo or other.
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Journalism never admits that nothing much is happening.