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Switzerland is a country where very few things begin, but many things end.
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The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?
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Summer was gone and now Indian summer. The grass was cold and there was no mist and no dew. After he left she would go in and light the gas and close the shatters, and he would go down the path and on to the village. To these two life had come quickly and gone, leaving not bitterness, but pity; not disillusion, but only pain.
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If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.
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She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.
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Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
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my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.
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'Look here, old sport, ... what's your opinion of me, anyhow?' A little overwhelmed, I began the generalized evasions which that question deserves.
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If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter--as indissolubly as if they were conceived together.
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You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.
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They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.
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A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.
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My generation of radicals and breakers-down never found anything to take the place of the old virtues of work and courage and the old graces of courtesy and politeness.
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Want any of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?" I didn't answer. Nick?" he asked again. What?" Want any?" No... I just remembered that today's my birthday." I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.
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I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
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The truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes.
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To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.
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He stretched his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. 'I know myself,' he cried, 'but that is all - '
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Action is character.
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You're a historian. Tell me if there are any bath-tubs in history. I think they've been frightfully neglected.
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I never blame failure - there are too many complicated situations in life - but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.
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Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply - I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.
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It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
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Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.