Belonging to oneself—the whole essence of life lies in that.
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What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.
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Life deceives everyone except the individual who doesn't contemplate it, the individual who demands nothing from it, the individual who serene...
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Tempered, gradual animation, the methodical restrain of sensations and energies, the equilibrium of sickness and health in each creature—thi...
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Art, if one employs this term in the broad sense that includes poetry within its realm, is an art of creation laden with ideals, located at th...
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As for work, without it, without painstaking work, any writer or artist definitely remains a dilettante; there's no point in waiting for so-ca...
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There's something tragic in the fate of almost every person—it's just that the tragic is often concealed from a person by the banal surface ...
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Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly ob...
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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys—as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn'...
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You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
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However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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