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We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
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A love thought: I love you so much that I could wish I had been born your brother, or had brought you into the world myself.
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We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
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Not believing in anything is also a religion.
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I've discovered nothing. but do you remember how much we talked when we were boys? We talked just for the fun of it. We knew very well it was only talk, but still we enjoyed it.
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Now that I've seen what war is ... I know that everybody, if one day it should end, ought to ask himself: "And what shall we make of the fallen? Why are they dead?" I wouldn't know what to say. Not now, at any rate. Nor does it seem to me that the others know. Perhaps only dead know, and only for them is the war really over.
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Men who have a tempestuous inner life and do not seek to give vent to it by talking or writing are simply men who have no tempestuous inner life. Give company to a lonely man and he will talk more than anyone.
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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We do not remember days, we remember moments.
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It's pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone...
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A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.
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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
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Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
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Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
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Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
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Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.
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Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.
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Human imagination is immensely poorer than reality.
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It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.
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Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
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Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.
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The real affliction of old age is remorse.