I lay on the bowsprit, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight towering above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment lost myself- actually lost my life. I was set free... dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm and the high dim-starred sky... I belonged within a unity and joy to life itself.
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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.
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Louise Bryant: I'm sorry if you don't believe in mutual independence and free love and respect. Eugene O'Neill: Don't give me a lot of pa...
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The old -- like children -- talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!
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One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.
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Happiness hates the timid! So does science!
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Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.
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For a moment I lost myself, actually lost my life. I was set free! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life . . . to life itself. I caught a glimpse of something greater than myself.
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I love every bone in their heads.
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