My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life,
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All that the hand of man can uprear, is either overturned by the hand of man, or at length by standing and continuing consumed: as if there were a secret opposition in Fate (the unevitable decree of the Eternal) to control our industry, and countercheck all our devices and proposing. Possessions are not enduring, children lose their names. . . .
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He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
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He who will not reason is the bigot; he who cannot is a fool; he who dares not is a slave.
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—But he, grim grinning King, Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,...
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He who will not reason is a bigot he who cannot is a fool and he who dares not is a slave.
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The arts are not just instantaneous pleasure -- if you don't like it, the artist is wrong. I belong to the generation which says if you don't like it, you don't understand and you ought to find out.
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