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Why was I born with such contemporaries?
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Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.
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Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.
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The English country gentleman galloping after a fox - the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.
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With age comes wisdom, but sometimes age comes alone.
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There is no necessity to separate the monarch from the mob; all authority is equally bad.
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Yes, there is a terrible moral in 'Dorian Gray' - a moral which the prurient will not be able to find in it, but it will be revealed to all whose minds are healthy. Is this an artistic error? I fear it is. It is the only error in the book.
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At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.
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Looking good and dressing well is a necessity. Having a purpose in life is not.
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The story of mankind began in a garden and ended in revelations.
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And alien tears will fill for him Pity's long-broken urn, For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn.
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The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.
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Finding the meaning of life is easy. Simply get a dictionary, go to the 'L' section, and find the word 'life.'
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It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.
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The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty and to someone else if she is plain.
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It is awfully hard work doing nothing.
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In married life three is company and two none.
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Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.
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Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow.
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When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is.
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It is difficult not to be unjust to what one loves.
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If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. but if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly. If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me, I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted so that I might share in what I was entitled to share. If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation.
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Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.
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All art is immortal. For emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of action is the aim of life.