No mockery in the world ever sounds to me as hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
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What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
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The work of an intellectual is not to mould the political will of others; it is, through the analyses that he does in his own field, to re-examine evidence and assumptions, to shake up habitual ways of working and thinking, to dissipate conventional familiarities, to re-evaluate rules and institutions and to participate in the formation of a political will (where he has his role as citizen to play).
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It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.
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What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself?...
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So shall I fight, so shall I tread, In this long war beneath the stars; So shall a glory wreathe my head, So shall I faint and show the scars, Until this case, this clogging mould, Be smithied all to kingly gold.
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You don't merely give over your creativity to making a film-you give over your life In theatre, by contrast, you live these two rather strange lives simultaneously you have no option but to confront the mould on last night's washing-up.
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Uncle Ben's brass bullet-mould And powder horn, and Major Bogan's face...
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It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.
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Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.
Nature
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There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
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It is our less conscious thoughts and our less conscious actions which mainly mould our lives and the lives of those who spring from us.
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The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.
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