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The only reactionaries are those who find themselves at home in the present.
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There are pretenses which are very sincere, and marriage is their school.
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The less we read, the more harmful it is what we read.
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The mists remain of the false glory that erupts from history.
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We men do nothing but lie and make ourselves important. Speech was invented for the purpose of magnifying all of our sensations and impressions — perhaps so that we could believe in them.
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Science is a cemetary of dead ideas.
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Was man made for science, or was science made for man?
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Those faults we do not have, do not bother us.
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True science teaches, above all, to doubt and be ignorant.
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Anyone who in discussion relies upon authority uses, not his understanding, but rather his memory.
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Suffering is the substance of life and the root of personality, for it is only suffering that makes us persons.
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It is not usually our ideas that make us optimistic or pessimistic, but it is our optimism or pessimism of physiological or pathological origin that makes our ideas.
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None are so likely to believe too little as those who have begun by believing too much.
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Is there anything more terrible than a "call"? It affords an occasion for the exchange of the most threadbare commonplaces. Calls and the theatre are the two great centers for the propagation of platitudes.
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Knowledge for the sake of knowledge! Truth for truth's sake! This is inhuman.
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To believe in God is to yearn for His existence and, furthermore, it is to act as if He did exist.
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Faith which does not doubt is dead faith.
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From the subterranean ore of memory we extract the jeweled visions of our future.
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Men shout to avoid listening to one another.
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Man habitually sacrifices his life to his purse, but he sacrifices his purse to his vanity.
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Dream abides; it is the only things that abides; vision abides.
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What we believe to be the motives of our conduct are usually but the pretexts for it.
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While men believe themselves to be seeking truth for its own sake, they are in fact seeking life in truth.
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For it is the suffering flesh, it is suffering, it is death, that lovers perpetuate upon the earth. Love is at once the brother, son, and father of death, which is its sister, mother, and daughter. And thus it is that in the depth of love there is a depth