Still falls the rain -- dark as the world of man, black as our loss -- blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
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I'm not the man to balk at a low smell, I not the man to insist on asphodel. This sounds like a He-fellow, don't you think? It sounds like that. I belch, I bawl, I drink.
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Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
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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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Why not be oneself That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound why try to look like a Pekinese
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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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I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.
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Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
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All of the photographs of her wearing that gown, she looks like she's Cinderella going to the ball. Older women remember her fondly and younger women, I think, get a kick out of how elated she was at being the center of attention going off to the inaugural ball.
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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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The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
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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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Nagging is the repetition of unpalatable truths.
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I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.
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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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Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
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I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it.
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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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If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.
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The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then,...
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I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
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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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I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.
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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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A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.
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Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.
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