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The only form of fiction in which real characters do not seem out of place is history. In novels they are detestable.
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It is absurd to say that the age of miracles is past. It has not yet begun.
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I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.
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A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
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Well, in the first place girls never marry the men they flirt with. Girls don't think it right.
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At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.
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It is the stupid and the ugly who have the best of it in this world.
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Friendship never forgets. That is the wonderful thing about it.
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What you read when you don't have to...
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The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They have absolutely no respect for dyed hair.
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My dear young lady, there was a great deal of truth; I dare say, in what you said, and you looked very pretty while you said it, which is much more important.
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Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.
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What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise in the future. But only if we set out to make this true and anticipate it so we look for the blessings until we find them.
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I'm too old to know everything.
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If you cannot write well, you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, others will do your thinking for you.
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Thinking is wonderful, but the experience is even more wonderful.
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Every woman is wrong until she cries.
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The proper school to learn art is not life but art.
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Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob. It is through the voice of one crying in the wilderness that the ways of the gods must be prepared.
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I like Wagner's music better than anybody's. It is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says.
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The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.
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You can't possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It's absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that.
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He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood.
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We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.