The art of writing books is not yet invented. But it is at the point of being invented. Fragments of this nature are literary seeds. There may...
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Learning is pleasurable but doing is the height of enjoyment.
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The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
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Only as far as a man is happily married to himself is he fit for married life and family life in general.
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My opinion, my conviction, gains immensely in strength and sureness the minute a second mind as adopted it.
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Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.
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Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.
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The normal present connects the past and the future through limitation. Contiguity results, crystallization by means of solidification. There ...
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There is but one temple in the universe and that is the body of man.
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We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.
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