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Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?
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.
I got the blues thinking of the future so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred oranges and scrub the floor.
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.
Love is. the flower of life and blossoms unexpectedly and without law and must be plucked where it is found and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
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.
Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
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.
Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.
Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.
Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
What you intuitively desire that is possible to you.
Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!