It is with a rush of home-sickness that the thought of death presents itself.... Such sentiment is the eternal stock of all religions, modifie...
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A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to to be seen in them by the finest senses?
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What we have to do is to be forever curiously testing new opinions and courting new impressions.
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The various forms of intellectual activity which together make up the culture of an age, move for the most part from different starting-points, and by unconnected roads.
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All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.
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For with this desire of physical beauty mingled itself early the fear of death—the fear of death intensified by the desire of beauty.
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Not the fruit of experience but experience itself, is the end.
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To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.
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That the mere matter of a poem, for instance—its subject, its given incidents or situation; that the mere matter of a picture—the actual c...
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