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An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.
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I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.
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The nicest feeling in the world is to do a good deed anonymously-and have somebody find out.
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Only love can keep anyone alive...
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It's beauty that captures your attention. Personality which captures your heart.
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For an artist to marry his model is as fatal as for a gourmet to marry his cook: the one gets no sittings, and the other gets no dinners.
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All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
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Only good questions deserve good answers.
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The mark of all good art is not that the thing done is done exactly or finely, for machinery may do as much, but that it is worked out with the head and the workman's heart.
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To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.
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Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
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The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.
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The spirit of an age may be best expressed in the abstract ideal arts, for the spirit itself is abstract and ideal.
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The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
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History is a lie commonly agreed upon.
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The English have a miraculous power of turning wine into water.
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I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china.
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To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies.
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One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.
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After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed and mourning over tragedies that were not my own.
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Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.
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I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.
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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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I suppose society is wonderfully delightful. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it is simply a tragedy.