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The great things in life are what they seem to be. And for that reason, strange as it may sound to you, often are very difficult to interpret (understand). Great passions are for the great of souls. Great events can only be seen by people who are on a level with them. We think we can have our visions for nothing. We cannot. Even the finest and most self-sacrificing visions have to be paid for. Strangely enough, that is what makes them fine.
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Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, for can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.
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Rugby is a game for barbarians played by gentlemen. Football is a game for gentlemen played by barbarians.
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The evolution of man is slow. The injustice of men is great.
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But the bravest man among us is afraid of himself.
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What fire does not destroy, it hardens.
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The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.
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What between the duties expected of one during one's lifetime, and the duties exacted from one after one's death, land has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure. It gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up. That's all that can be said about land.
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Give children beauty, not the record of bloody slaughters and barbarous brawls, as they call history, or of the latitude and longitude of places nobody cares to visit, as they call geography.
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I was very much disappointed in the Atlantic Ocean.
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Sphinxes without secrets.
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Art creates an incomparable and unique effect, and, having done so, passes on to other things. Nature, upon the other hand, forgetting that that imitation can be made the sincerest form of insult, keeps on repeating this effect until we all become absolutely wearied of it.
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There is only good art and mediocre art.
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Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.
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Life is too short to learn German.
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I don't want money. It is only people who pay their bills who want that, and I never pay mine.
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There are moments when art attains almost to the dignity of manual labor.
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When I think of all the harm the Bible has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.
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California is an Italy without its art.
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No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
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They are so pleased to find out other people's secrets. It distracts public attention from their own.
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A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on.
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In his very rejection of art Walt Whitman is an artist. He tried to produce a certain effect by certain means and he succeeded....He stands apart, and the chief value of his work is in its prophecy, not in its performance. He has begun a prelude to larger themes. He is the herald to a new era. As a man he is the precursor of a fresh type. He is a factor in the heroic and spiritual evolution of the human being. If Poetry has passed him by, Philosophy will take note of him.
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How else but through a broken heartMay Lord Christ enter in?