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Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.
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There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.
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The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
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The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.
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Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
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I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.
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The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.
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All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
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Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.
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The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.
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Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.
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The picture must all come out of the artist's inside, awareness of forms and figures... It is more than memory. It is the image as it lives in the consciousness, alive like a vision, but unknown.
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Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.
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Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
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So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.
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I can't do with mountains at close quarters - they are always in the way, and they are so stupid, never moving and never doing anything but obtrude themselves.
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Art- speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day and that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.
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Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.
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The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.
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The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.
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Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.