My little dog, a heartbeat at my feet
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There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.
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An unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Sweedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.
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... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it only through the prison bars...
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There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
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Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.
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After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.
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Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit
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I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, and consequently suggests more tugging, and pain, and...
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I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.
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When people ask for time, it's always for time to say no. Yes has one more letter in it, but it doesn't take half as long to say.
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If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.
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I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, & consequently suggests more tugging, & pain, &...
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Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.
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