But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.

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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

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You confuse what's important with what's impressive.

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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.

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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.

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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.

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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

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If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.

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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.

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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?

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Unless we remember we cannot understand.

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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.

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It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

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Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.

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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, "I do enjoy myself", or , "I am horrified," we are insincere.

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