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Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.
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Europe's the mayonnaise, but America supplies the good old lobster.
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Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
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The English people on the whole are surely the nicest people in the world, and everybody makes everything so easy for everyone else, that there is almost nothing to resist at all.
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There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.
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One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.
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California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.
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My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.
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Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.
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Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.
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One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.
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Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.
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The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.
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Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.
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I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.
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The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn't mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.